Crayons
it is the morning after
the sunlight finds us purple
where hours before I was blue
and you were a red
black on the left
white on the right
blending into a beautiful shade of gray
and when the morning came
a wonderful box of crayons we became
because I loved you
and you loved me
together
we melted the whole box on the steamy radiator
our portrait
is where we lay
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"and when the morning came a wonderful box of crayons we became because I loved you and you loved me together we melted the whole box" now that's that hot steamy love! Nice ink!
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