There is no crayon box,
To select which colors
I should use to connect dots
Of your desires.
What color would you paint my passion?
And my quest to sweat with you,
Naked and wet.
When our temptations find us undressed,
What color would you have our kisses?
After I lick...
Your neck, ears and lips!
And when the climax comes and is done...
What color would you choose...
To whisper wishes,
For more of it.
In darkness let us touch and caress.
Stripped and bare...
In a nakedness we share,
Blind to color!
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