Her cunt was the color of leaves on a wet fall day. Her mouth was the color of ripe apples and her ass was tinged with the setting sun.
But her stockings were the color of midnight and the skin beneath was a star that only shone for me. When she licked her lips she devoured the world, and I had to stick my hands in my pockets to keep them from shaking. Her voice was the color of the sea.
Watching my cock push between her blood orange folds was a kaleidoscope of desire, shifting between the urge to live and the need to expire. When she kissed me it was chocolate. It was salt and caramel. Her kiss was molasses.
Her cunt was the color of leaves on a wet fall day and I was hungry from too many nights alone.