Midnight Blue.
I whisper poetry in your ear,
yet you tell me to stop.
I began moving my hands across your body,
and your temperature's blazing hot.
To cool you off, I dip my fingers in some freezing water,
you push them away saying they'll wake our newborn daughters.
I gently grab our baby girls from out of your arms
then I place them in their cribs.
It always does the charm.
I soon think about we met in high school that day
I walked right up and said,"Hi, I'm Johnathan Ray."
You were silent but I knew you had to be mine,
I couldn't stop thinking about you in class,
saying that you were so fine.
Here we are years later
doing so well
You're a physical anthropologist
and my writings are going well
But you know how they say red is the color of love
Well, that may be true
But the color of our love
Will forever be midnight blue.
