Pink. Or maybe crimson? Whatever it is, it is definitely not one of my favourite colours.

Well, at least it was not, until I saw you. When I first set my eyes on you, it was suddenly all I could think about. Blushed cheeks that teases me, tempting me to say something to make them a deeper shade of crimson.

Or do something. After all, I know exactly what to do. And it is, after all, the resulting shade that I like best. Lustful pink that drives me over the edge, time and time again.

Oh, how I want you.