Paint me the color that my body turns when it burns
at the thought of your touch
Brushstroke in the hues of the afterglow of ecstacy.
My cheeks the slightest hint of blush
Then show me that color again.. The color of magic.
The color of love
This short little poem is so wonderful! ! ! Great imagery! Keep writing please!
Yeah! Let me grab a paintbrush! Powerfully tasty! keep them coming!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poems are short but have a lovely impact on the mind. in such short lines you paint a descriptive image.