Thursday 24 July 2014

Colourful Language

Good Morning.


Hello sexy spectrum,        

I will paint you ecstatic,   
and leave you rosy.          

Tickle your green,           
slow orange massage.
Run tongue 'round raspberries,
and kiss your curve of purple.

I lavish lashings of juicy yellow,

spank and squeeze cerise,
run my fingers down the turquoise,
and hold tight to your teal.

Let my lips linger on pale nuptials,

and make a scarlet flush.

Pressing blue on blue,

I slip between the violet,
then finally admire
your smouldering gold.


No comments:

Post a Comment

Paint Poem

  Day Thirty I like a poem because it's not like a painting. Because I'll confidently cradle something stainless;  hold the exceptio...