colour black

Black is beautiful and bold,
The strength of all colours,
Source of happiness and sorrow;
Of clout and of luxury.

You absorb all things, O black,
Presence and absence of colour,
From thee, light takes it meaning.
You are the north.

You are the blend of all,
Your nature is unifying,
Style emerged from you,
And gracefulness is your stem.

Fallacious, the lies spread;
Taunted reasoning, they lack.
Who can soil thee?
In purity were you brood.

In you we associate our beliefs;
Perfection, prosperity, prestige
Sexy, elegant and powerful.
Strangely, we mourn in you too.

you

The smile of You;
Makes me fall in love,
My brain empties,
And I cannot think.

The sight of You;
Makes my heart beat faster,
My knees wobble,
And I get tongue tied.

The touch of You;
Makes my skin radiates,
My groin tightens,
And I’m merrily aroused.

The taste of You;
Makes me shiver in excitement
My lips quiver,
And I drool hysterically.

The smell of You;
Makes me crave for youthfulness,
My senses awaken,
And I hate adulthood.

The feel of You;
Makes me sense my individuality,
My style magnifies,
And I want you, again and again.