The Shade Of Hue
The world clings to the distortion of a picture edited to black and white. The only two without any hue.....are they truly colors or a base canvas to draw upon? One absent of light and another starch bright. Boxed in, in outlines of lies. Funny though.....we dream in color.
Poetry Lot - Colors
Colorful
Why is it all or nothing. It doesn't have to be all or nothing, heat stroke passion or dust dry desperation why can't we lay in the gray area that our black and white makes.
The searing chaos of burning haze nourishes nothing but a hot mess. The sweat never breaks the skin just evaporates from within taking with it all the salt of me.
Let us see what gray could be, let's cover ourselves in much shade. Palm trees and leaves, dozens of limbs and branches. Sticky and safe, dabbed and stained from the thick sap of the mighty oak tree. Then let's take a leap of faith my mate.
Lets be naked and laugh with yellow lilies and green grass. Let's run toes through an inviting color clad earth, lets celebrate in rebirth. No more black and white, let's not fight.
Not Perfection
The scraps, raised skin from healed over cuts, black purpling from deep tissue bruises, darkened discolored wounds, it's all proof that pain knew you.
That hurt broke through your tender exterior, blood did flow, tears made a curtain call but all in all they are all stories from which you can recall.
Guts, triumph, strength and wisdom, none of them come free.
Your tracks are proof of purchase.
~Proud Owner of Victory.
What's Your Flavor Base
Are you a vanilla kind of fellow?
Subtle favor, simple and clean?
You like a girl who's poised like a pageant queen?
Not some much as being lean
but not a Fiend if you know what I mean.
Clean cut,
not rough, she can't touch your butt
and to be in hers,
you don't have the nerve.
Her Pearls she would Clutch,
face tore the hell up like
“Excuse me?! You want to do WHATTT?”
Oh nooooo. You like cho-co-late!
Those black girls that are known to be thick with it.
Full figured kind of favor,
a sweetness you can savor,
creamy with a bite back or two.
Deep but little throat.
Not a lick or skim coat.
These just joke
not trying to provoke no color Stroke.
No I got you, you are sweet cream,
a lover’s dream,
full of gleam
and eager to make one scream.
I mean
nothing is off limits.
Just take your time with it.
Sweet, mouthwatering kissing, sucking and loving.
About a half a cup of beast Fucking.
Umph got me cussing.
Now the base is set, so what's next?