Pink Lady

Pink is definitely your color,
a brilliant pink
slick on fingernails, shiny on lips;
and a hot pink flower
fully bloomed
in the silk blouse you wore.

You are a flower
that surely must many attract bees.
I am but one
who would willingly sip at your nectar
and on pink get drunk.

Yes, I am hooked by your pinkness
against white skin
that elaborates your fragile beauty.

I imagine how pinkness might glow,
if by finger touched: 
as if by a butterfly's tongue
or a moth's soft wings.

Oh lady, you are deadly in pink.
I am at the brink
of frighteningly careless abandon.
My scrotum shrunk
and my cock already rising.

Lady, turn your pinkness loose,
let your pinkness sing
when joined with a lesser pinkness
that is not so prim.