Good Morning.
Hello sexy spectrum,
I will paint you ecstatic,
and leave you rosy.
Tickle your green,
slow orange massage.
Run tongue 'round raspberries,
and kiss your curve of purple.
I lavish lashings of juicy yellow,
spank and squeeze cerise,
run my fingers down the turquoise,
and hold tight to your teal.
Let my lips linger on pale nuptials,
and make a scarlet flush.
Pressing blue on blue,
I slip between the violet,
then finally admire
your smouldering gold.
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