Her

    Her eyes, bright as yellow, touch the blue of my mind, whispering red in my ears; red words that catch the red of my life. I can't believe how can someone so grey, turn me into red, as if the mixture of our bodies would matter when making the beautiful act of red.

    Her mouth, so white, caresses mine, like yellow touching green; making green, greener and greener, touch after touch. My mouth, so black, presses hers, creating streams of scarlet red inside my body, as if wanting to change her grey into orange, like the way I was before knowing her.

    Her hands, green as leaves, grab my soil. My hands, brown as a trunk, grab her soil. We remain like this, exploring each other like kids playing with sand. Making of our beings, a playground of undiscovered universes full of unspoken senses. Red emotions that are censored by the black of our lives.

    Her legs begin to coil around my being. I become strong, full of energy, and I sense the need of making her being become a bright red, a colour that makes all of us passionate, creatures of love. Feeling that way, I can't do anything but surrender to her magic.

    Her body answers in the same way. Being orange, she made me bright red. Being grey, I made her bright red. That's how we created this place where you live. This is how we shall love.