The hint of purple in her shoes,
Matched the purple trench coat
That hugged her body seductively.
We stood briefly under purple lights,
Before the conveyor belt of lust
Pulled us closer together.
Our hands had secure grips
Of backs,
As our lips met for the first time.
Tongues dove in and out of mouths,
With the intensity of purple rains.
This was a brief taste,
A foreshadowing of what was to come.
Our lips were numb with wanting;
Bruised, purple with desire.
The flame had been sparked,
And the fire between us
Was beautiful, hot, and purple.