That is the new color of love,
the color that my soul yearns for.
A man that makes me see brown.
A lover that has explored his own depths and wants to traverse mine.
A love that holds the power of brown lipgloss,
a love jones.
A lover that feels like smooth jazz,
pure sensuality, and complimentary.
Hip gyration,
over-the-shoulder glances.
A man who adds to my own garden.
The type of security and intensity a creative man can provide through expression.
Grounding, without a doubt.
Rhythm and flow.
My lover makes me see brown.
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