I like women in general

She walks down the road
in perfect scarlet shoes
perched in two narrow high heel plugs
with a scarlet bag
made from leather
that cintilates and shines on her
bony shoulder and her skinny hand
she walks down the road
with two voluptuous scarlet
lips
and a scarlet little dress
that hides the nasty
scarlet panties
into the crotch
which is not scarlet
but the bra...Oh...wait...
there's no bra.
SO she walks down the road
and everything is scarlet in her.
she's beautiful.
I'm dazzled by the measures
of her figure, by the moves of her
limbs and green eyes.
a foxy with green eyes wraped
around in scarlet
rough
kindness
red
so animal.
I watch her but she doesn't sight
me.
we're in opposite positions, in distinct
colours. but we're pretty much the same.
another girl comes by
she's dressed in purple like
a grapefruit juice.
she's wearing purple sunglasses
and a big diamond purple ring.
she talks about this film
where the world is blurring purple
and how she fantasies about
purple rain and purple piss
when she's in bed with guys
and I love her. Oh god
I love her way of rolling up her
tongue when she pronounces - PURPLE
such a tease in only two
human lips
I'm not in purple either
or orchid
or phlox
but we get along well
and we talk about films
and colours
we're similar
and pretty much
almost
the
same
another one grimmes and
glimpses, she's chinese
and has perfect round tits
pierced in the nipples
and she's dressed in white
the insane tone of purity
but she's not a puritane
she is nuts
a nut whore with the nipples pierced
no. not a whore cause
she's dressed in white
the colour of big immaculacy
and this one is smoking
a cigarette. and she blows
the smoke to my nose and face
she makes me inhale it
as I inhale coke, with such hunger
but passivity. and she wonders about
spots. sparkling dots. and I don't get her.
mainly because I don't even want to get her
but we get along so well that she
shows me her nipple later
on, in the the toilets and asks me to lick
it, the stiff nipple of white pale
skin. and after I do it, she weeps and
smiles and says
You're the love kisser
I do a thick smile and kiss her on the
forehead leaving for the next one
who's a readhead covered up in
green leafs of desire like
Eve. her fuckles on the nose
say more than she's capable of
and we do not love without
a porpuse
she said. we do not concentrate on this
particles of life disposal more than only
other being. we do not move without
concentration but unpassionly. we do not
breathe with insignificance, we do not
fuck without protection. I laugh. she
cries and claims that I'm the most hideous
person she has ever met. but we're
both dressed up in green. we're both
desirable and we do breathe
with significance, and we do move with concentration
free of passion and we do concentrate on life particles and
we do fuck with protection. She silences. Her silence
is arsh and quiet. we're dressed
up in green, I say to her.
she snuffles and smiles
everything is still now
it's not about the colours,
I think.
it has nothing to do with this colours.