The Color of You
La couleur de toi repose sur mes lèvres
roll with me, dear desire
wrapped in close knit harmony
tongues danced, amidst the dialect
quenching mellow thoughts of me
crimson tips towards cinnamon
hunger breached a breathless breeze
autumn holding to her fragile leaves
grasped with innocence, one last tease
the color of you lies upon my lips
composed in the shelters of time
whispers, promise an extra kiss
folding this empty heart of mine
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