Passionate Colors

Passionate Colors

A Poem by ron

PassionatColors


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One hand in the other,


Cream on chocolate

Chocolate on cream


Their fingers intertwined,

ready to face the world.


Looking deep in her eyes as he sighs,

from the feel of her fingers.


A question in his mind,

could this work?


People stare at times

-will they last, are they real?


She squeezes tighter

and lets her love shine through.


He kisses her hand and lets his heart race,

A sigh warms her wrist,


His thoughts slightly

influenced by the strangers


Will he lose her?


Later when he's all hers he lets her lie

on his rhythmical chest and she counts...


Out of pure love and joy

she plants an ever so gentle kiss


if only

to remind him


that she's not going anywhere.


He sighs softly at the way she feels on him,

My god, she even felt beautiful...


A tingle of electricity travels,

down his back to his toes and everywhere in between.


Both held passionately by ecstasy

they can hold back no more...


Along with their clothes

they strip away all negativity.


And they're off...

Giving until they are spent,


Whispering each others

secret pleasures,


Mocking the world

and it's unwritten rules.


It was then that they knew,

that passion didn't have a


color.


 

I don't think it's anyone's business if the couple is interracial or not. Is the heart interracial or does it beat for the one you love? It's not what the person looks like on the out side, it's whats in their heart, their soul, their feelings and their love. To me that does not have a color, nationality, religion...it means the heart is with the one the heart loves...or at least likes.

© 2014 ron


Author's Note

ron
A collaboration between Shaquana Adams and Ron about how they had to deal with an interracial relationship in their life's.

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Colour to me does not matter... We are all the same if you ask me. This is really good, good job.

Posted 10 Years Ago


ron

10 Years Ago

Thank you. I completely agree we are all the same :)
It has never mattered to me the colour of someone's skin.And it pisses me off the way some people behave about it.You two done real good :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


ron

10 Years Ago

Thank you Vidya :)
Vidya Bacchus

10 Years Ago

You are welcome :)
We all inevitably bleed the same color, the heart is what really matters. I'm not crazy about all the 'colors' going on here, I find it distracting, but I see where you were coming from....nice collaboration you two.

Posted 10 Years Ago


ron

10 Years Ago

Thank you Frieda.
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Pleasure was mine ron...

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Added on April 14, 2014
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Imperial, CA



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I have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..

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