It is the color her cheeks turn when you whisper what you want to do to her the first time, now matching the color of her lips that you couldn’t remove your gaze from, that allow entrance when you first kiss; the color of tongues in eager fervor melding together in passion, exploring and sliding in anticipation.
When she sheds her clothes, it is the color of her hardened nipples that make you also harden in response, tracing kisses and caresses down her body; it is the prettiest of this color between her legs, in which you delve and delight in her deliciousness.
It is the warm blush of color that comes over her body as you enter her, pleasure her. It is the color of her lungs as she takes calm, measured breaths that turn into gasping, heaving breaths, fueling both your excitement; the glowing hue coming from both bodies in the aftermath.
It is a color often associated with innocence, but still you both know the naughtier nature of it.
*A challenge to describe the color without using the word. Five Sentence Fiction’s prompt was “Lipstick”.