Like the faded blues of a 50s movie
Everything becomes artistically bland when I see you going
I prefer thinking about you as the only colored
In the black and white reel of life
Soft, alluring, you urge me to follow
And I, how could I do that?
I have ulterior motives, you know
I cannot just follow
I dream of getting that color from you
A soft touch of those berry lips
Sensual, subtle, and tantalizing
Your hands, I dream to hold
Soft, calm, and whispering, your breath
I wish to make you lose
Luscious, brave, and fiery
I want to put some dreams in those eyes
Passionate, perceptive, and gentle
Your heart, I wish, could feel me
Hypnotic, nimble, and graceful
Could we dance, till morrow?
It was so hard, to keep the beast in me
And now, he has become a poet
Oh! He just wants that color
So, he can present what follows.