Orange paint

I opened a tin of magnolia paint, only to discover an ignited burst of striking orange; a flame-throwing hit of heat.

That, I was not expecting.

I gently danced my paintbrush across the stricken wall, as the room lit-up and my heart began to glow. Life flooded into being.

A strike of magnificence.

I looked around the rest of the room, and considered how it would look to paint every wall in orange. Imagination ran wild.

The elation of free will.

Swirling scents of sensual symphony, a tempting tactile tryst. Twisting time in a sepia century; the electric paint, I kissed.