Poems about purple - I Die When She Is In Purple

I Die When She Is In Purple - Poem by Quir Diing Jr.

It’s such a glamorous thing
Really wonderful to see that
Dark skin in a tight purple top
Bless me, she’s coming over
And I love the colour
Her natural beauty kills me more
I mean,
Her neck is necklaceless but
With natural strings of beards
Her ears aren’t pierced either but
Bourgeois in attraction
And I love her for that
Most of it all its yummy and yucky
When worn purple on dark skin.