The colors we make by ourselves can be so somber
You the red that is very common
Me the blue that is well known
Yet
When our bodies collide colors come to life
We become vibrant as i ride by the nebula
The purple that glows with your hand around my neck
The blue that glistens when your lips are between my thighs
The Bright white flakes that we become when every inch of you is no longer a craving