The colours on you

I am drunk tonight
And my senses are raging.
I realise it's late to be messaging
But I have to.

For you have captured my imagination.
I wish to paint you
But blurry are the colours.
So I sketch you in my vision.

Black looses it's intensity
As it cascades down your waist.
Pink becomes just another shade
For your pout sensually whispers.

White becomes pristine
When they trickle from your mounds.
How I wish to drink nectar from them.
Purple gives purpose to your navel.
As seduction flows from your curves.

Crimson is ultimately your colour
For you are the ember
Which I desire.

Ash becomes my colour.
Which I smear all over.