Tiny Tangerines
You tell me orange is your favorite color, and now it’s becoming one of mine, too. Because orange, like you, is every sweet sunrise; tickling and kissing my skin good morning. Cool and soft to the touch; you’re never oppressive, always gentle.
Orange is the sound of your laugh; it’s light and lilting, like a lark or a little stream. I melt at the mere thought of hearing it again.
Orange is the taste of your lips; it’s sweet and ripe like tiny tangerines; each of your kisses is a snap, crackle, and pop.
Orange is the look in your eyes; like a fireside glow. It’s seductive, yet safe; you make me feel right at home.
Orange is the way you hold my hand, it’s the way you whisper in my ear. I love orange so freaking much now; orange is your everything, orange is all of you. And I love it dearly; for I dearly love you.
written by moi
