Sex vibe to the beach

When the pen falls, so does my hands . if i can't reach for another then my interest is left behind doors of another life to appreciate and hold its finest colors amd demeanor that has been broken and misunderstood for another pen to cherrish onto the plain sheets. that is washed with bleach the answer lays under the bed served with a delicious peach of its flavor being poured into a cup thankful, and ready for the next flight scared to death, Hoping not to drop the pen. :>