Colours in love, and lust
By Grannyrosie
COLOURS IN LOVE, AND LUST. White? Could it be? White of teeth that nibble, tease. Draw upon the woman, Purple/brown protuberance, Hardening, pulsing. Leaving behind, frosted greys and blues. Extracting from deep within, Gaudy, wanton reds, oranges, flame, Consuming, As you moan my name. White, and reddish pink, cyclamen it seems, Engulfed, Within the membranes of desire, Hazy smoke, Licked with brittle Vermillion bands, Clouds eyes, Cesspools of desire. Eyes that radiate the heat, Burn black as coals, Yet, entreat, With greens of every varied hue. On and on, We do the things, That lovers do. Sweet mounds, Sensuous, tufted flesh. Musky odours, Amber coloured breath. Wild jungle patterns pass on by. Long, drawn out sigh, Resignation. Embrace magenta of satiation. See silver of stars, Blue bright lightening flash. Relax in pinks, So soft, gentle, Made to match, Flaccid organs, Need abated. Again, in colour, We have mated. Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 05:08 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 8
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"COLOURS IN LOVE, AND LUST...."