Soft as a brush

Bright as the colors

is my one and only lover.

Lips rolld back

with each stroke.

Gentle and smooth

in every word she spoke.

Her face fare

with every nip of her lip

a new hue shaped to fit.

Mind free as the ocean breeze.

Eyes green as mountain trees.

Skin a soft sand beach.

Hair spun from sun rays

which sways to the music she plays.

The heart a home of beauty,

Yet sometimes invaded by greed.

This color girl is my girl,

but never owned by me.