The Color of Sex
Sienna
Burnt
finger-tipped trail
Mapped
traveled euphoria
Sangria
scarlet satin sheets
Leak
tales where walls remain abundantly jealous
No
longer aplomb to future gossip
Voyeur
only to the satisfactory yowl
Flesh
flame a gammon folly
After
moments harlequin estrus sets in
Hoping
for repetition
Midnight
blues flax when goodbyes render no point of return
Charcoal
chagrin replay if messages where mixed
If
ecstasy and enstasy beige through fuscous
Runic
rustic grey lines
Sketch
old adages un-bandaged
for realz *2 snaps* *sashay*
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DeleteYou never cease to amaze me. I look forward to more of your work!
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