Passionate ColorsA Poem by ronPassionate Colors Exposed 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 ronAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on April 14, 2014 Last Updated on April 14, 2014 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI 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..Writing
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