Members Amylynn920 Posted May 18, 2008 Members Report Share Posted May 18, 2008 AchromaticMoonlight spills color.Washed into shades of black,midnight gray.Limbs tangled together,Sheets entwined, holding captive,around two who love.White thighs riven asunder.Flash of hair against pink, I think.A black and white study.What color is his hair?It matters not. Midnight has it'sown hue.Lips seeking, insistent.parting, searching, finding.Speaking a song of thirstagainst me.I give freely, copiouslyand lose thought.Tomorrow when dawnbreaks, I will know thecolor and it willmatter not.Because love is blind,and passion paints with its own palette. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Amylynn920 Posted May 19, 2008 Author Members Report Share Posted May 19, 2008 Awww Iha, if I were single and you had daisies I'm glad you enjoy my writing. I really enjoy yours also. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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