An innuendo is an implication
Your high-yellow skin is the highest imputation.
Beige Innuendo I deem as your name,
because the simplest sight of you drives me insane.
Tan, apricot, and the lightest brown
is your body accenting sexual sound.
"What is the color of a ripened peach?"
Its that Beige Innuendo I do frantically beseech.
Glazed with honey,
glistening like a day called sunny
your body is a pleasant hint
to my sensual sense of scent.
Intonated by the light of radiating sun rays,
your toned skin is a suggestion of the coming intimate days.
Mysterious intimation of beige intuitions,
with your allusive eyes you see my exhibitions.
Your innuendo of color overshadows my lost lover of
Copperstone,
for whom my love is excessively overgrown.
"Is your insinuation a fact or a stare?"
because your eyes don't lie and make me fully aware.
Aware I am of your not-so-hidden secret,
though you try so hard to seal it in dark creases.
High-Yellow Blues you can say that I have,
but your false outer shell makes my soul laugh.
Beige Innuendo is the greatest reference to me,
an opportune time with you I hope will soon be.
prefect piece
i like it
I love it! "Beige Innuendo is masterpiece in the waiting,
You really should think about publishing.
You have plenty of talent, I personally would find your book on my shelfs a pleasant place!
Keep writing, you have alot to say and alot for us to read. "Food for the soul".
If your secret to this woman is left unknown to her to the fullest, I think this individual poem would open her eyes to a whole new light:)
Sincerely,
Stephanie
This poem is so sexy! The hair at the nape of my neck prickled! Wonderful work! Keep it up!