I taste the richness of your MAHOGANY skin<\/p>\n
Bask in the FUZZY WUZZY BROWN of your glow<\/p>\n
Stare into your CHESTNUT eyes<\/p>\n
And see the RED ORANGE of your ancestry,<\/p>\n
The expanse of what makes you SUNSET ORANGE beautiful<\/p>\n
Your MELON is a compliment to your melanin<\/p>\n
The OUTRAGEOUS ORANGE of your bravado that I drink in<\/p>\n
Until I see VIVID TANGERINE kisses with no tongue<\/p>\n
BURNT SIENNA upon your flesh after we lay in the sun<\/p>\n
BROWN is beautiful but an understatement to what is you<\/p>\n
SEPIA seeps into your feet that you carry in your shoes<\/p>\n
Picking the ORANGE of your smile in a crowded room<\/p>\n
And when you see me, how your BURNT ORANGE blooms<\/p>\n
The amazing COPPER of your people, your ancestry<\/p>\n
Mixed with the MANGO TANGO of your immediate family<\/p>\n
Introduce me to the matriarch ATOMIC TANGERINE<\/p>\n
And the patriarch BEAVER as he adores his lovely queen<\/p>\n
They lay down ANTIQUE BRASS and create a scene<\/p>\n
In the DESERT SAND of a lover’s dream<\/p>\n
The RAW SIENNA of your high cheekbones stand out<\/p>\n
The TUMBLEWEED is a beautiful thing, to be talking about<\/p>\n
Like how when you TAN, new heights you seem to reach<\/p>\n
Your flesh hairy and amazingly beautiful like a PEACH<\/p>\n
Around the table of love, second help of MACARONI and CHEESE<\/p>\n
From Aunt APRICOT who always aims to please<\/p>\n
That NEON CARROT cake that never disappoints<\/p>\n
And the ALMOND incense that fills up the joint<\/p>\n
YELLOW ORANGE bellows down the hall<\/p>\n
As the sun sets and GOLD lit the sky in the final call<\/p>\n
The beauty is in the SHADOW of that sight<\/p>\n
As the BANANA MANIA of the little people rises at night<\/p>\n
You read a story that makes your niece and newphew SUNGLOW<\/p>\n
The dimpled GOLDENROD of their whole hearts show<\/p>\n
In those moments, I’d be DANDELION if I didn’t\u00a0 you<\/p>\n
That you happened to YELLOW across my heart and let me grow<\/p>\n
We chase the highs of the each day’s GREEN YELLOW<\/p>\n
And lay in the SPRING GREEN of tonight’s mellow<\/p>\n
It makes the OLIVE GREEN of your hard work so attractive<\/p>\n
And how you attack the LASER LEMON of life, proactive<\/p>\n
Nothing is ever to hard to UNMELLOW YELLOW,<\/p>\n
Never one to raise your voice, your CANARY can yel-low<\/p>\n
You have the keen ability to INCH WORM into my spirit<\/p>\n
Calm the ASPARAGUS of butterflies fluttering, do you hear it?<\/p>\n
Your lips taste like my GRANNY SMITH APPLE<\/p>\n
The ELECTRIC LIME in the receiving line at the chapel<\/p>\n
Has me SCREAMIN GREEN when I need to see your face<\/p>\n
The FERN flows from your mouth at a steady pace<\/p>\n
We embrace every FOREST GREEN thing that is thrown at us<\/p>\n
Even when it makes us sick to even have to SEA GREEN cuss<\/p>\n
Trips to the MOUNTAIN MEADOW of a long weekend<\/p>\n
The SHAMROCK is just our luck, lovers and friends<\/p>\n
Each time we cross the JUNGLE GREEN of this here life<\/p>\n
You are the happiest CARIBBEAN GREEN with a queen as<\/p>\n
A TROPICAL RAIN FOREST of a wife<\/p>\n
I am her, and she is the PINE GREEN in me<\/p>\n
You trace your seed, makes our ROBIN EGG, BLUE<\/p>\n
AQUAMARINE fills the space used to make love<\/p>\n
Lying on the floor of TURQUOISE BLUE below<\/p>\n
Only to graze at the SKY BLUE up above<\/p>\n
Your love rockets me to OUTER SPACE<\/p>\n
In between the BLUE GREEN of an out-of-body place<\/p>\n
Is this really the expanse of the emotional PACIFIC BLUE<\/p>\n
So melodic, this CERULEAN, reminders of me and you<\/p>\n
Legs strong like the stalks of a CORNFLOWER<\/p>\n
As the MIDNIGHT BLUE in the midnight sky in the midnight hour<\/p>\n
Propels us to tell the truth in the worst NAVY BLUE<\/p>\n
Anything that gets me out my DENIM and on top of you<\/p>\n
A BLUE Monday of memories, a weekend has passed<\/p>\n
I want you to PERIWINKLE the twinkle out my a$$<\/p>\n
I assumed as a CADET BLUE we would keep it pg<\/p>\n
Knowing the pep of my INDIGO feet, follow your lead<\/p>\n
You are the stop of my WILD BLUE YONDER<\/p>\n
Basking in the MANATEE MAGIC, take a minute to ponder<\/p>\n
How at the ding of your BLUE BELL<\/p>\n
You pump me with more seed, to make my BLUE VIOLET swell<\/p>\n
That in turn makes my PURPLE HEART swell<\/p>\n
We are the kind of ROYAL PURPLE that seeps in the cracks<\/p>\n
With the PURPLE MOUNTAIN’S MAJESTY across our backs<\/p>\n
Never met a VIOLET (PURPLE) whose melanin lacked<\/p>\n
A cut above the others, WISTERIA soul that can’t be jacked<\/p>\n
In the VIVID VIOLET of my mind I knew it, that someday<\/p>\n
I had to infuse ya, the way FUSCHIA made a way<\/p>\n
For your spoken word to make a SHOCKING PINK<\/p>\n
In the PINK FLAMINGO room where the conscious go to think<\/p>\n
And expand, sipping our PLUM wine<\/p>\n
Me on the stage in my HOT MAGENTA, trying to make you mine<\/p>\n
The PURPLE PIZAZZ of my boldness<\/p>\n
Only fuels the fire, and confirms that RAZZLE DAZZLE ROSE officially owns it<\/p>\n
Room full of a fragrant ORCHID<\/p>\n
No one can ever do my RED VIOLET the way you did<\/p>\n
And the way your EGGPLANT do what it always do<\/p>\n
Tears of CERISE when you slide on through<\/p>\n
WILD STRAWBERRY candles set the mod every time<\/p>\n
Picking up the MAGENTA of another dope rhyme<\/p>\n
Locked and loaded in my LAVENDER fields<\/p>\n
You allow yourself to explore the COTTON CANDY in my hills<\/p>\n
The way I turn every VIOLET RED trick<\/p>\n
Enter the folds of my CARNATION PINK and allow me to swallow the d!ck<\/p>\n
RAZZMATAZZ in the motion of what lovers really do<\/p>\n
My PIGGY PINK will never ever tire of the whole of you<\/p>\n
Your flaws taste like JAZZBERRY JAM , I better hush<\/p>\n
Each time I speak of our love, my melanin…BLUSH<\/p>\n
If they were misinformed, you really TICKLE ME PINK<\/p>\n
Manifested in the scope of my PINK SHERBET, you I only drink<\/p>\n
MAROON volumes of your right hemisphere quickly create<\/p>\n
The amazing RED, and the RADICAL RED is best to date<\/p>\n
MAUVELOUS across my body like stretch marks<\/p>\n
Extracting the wetness of my WILD WATERMELON parks<\/p>\n
I again blush SCARLET<\/p>\n
I wasn’t your wife, I’d be s SALMON harlot<\/p>\n
BRICK RED, stay on 10 only for you<\/p>\n
Knowing with this garden variety, plain WHITE could never do<\/p>\n
But I release your inner TIMBERWOLF in the dead of night<\/p>\n
I send myself into SILVER shivers in the heat of moon light<\/p>\n
Just like that, we return to our 120 shades including GRAY<\/p>\n
That decadence of our intertwined BLACK bodies as we lay<\/p>\n
in the wake of our unrequited love.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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