My New Favorite Color
He was coffee and cream.
His voice sounded like melted chocolate, smooth and rich.
His curls embodied his restless and wild spirit that first drew me to his side.
His laugh was like velvet and covered you in warmth like sunshine.
His skin was the color of mocha, I did all I could to drink him in whenever I had the chance.
He had an old soul that was coated in honey, you never tasted anything sweeter.
His eyes turned to caves of amber when the sun hit them just right.
His mind, an enchanted bookstore filled with the most beautifully written works I ever come across.
His freckles adorned his cheeks like constellations in the midnight sky.
He smelled of fresh earth, coffee grounds, leather, and cinnamon.
He is a combination of every man I have ever fancied, idolized or adored.
He made me want to see the world in warm sepia tones.
All this coming from a girl who never thought she would say brown was her favorite color.