Pastel

Don't touch me like I am fragile.

Touch me like you are hungry for my approval.

I am piercing and vibrant, 

but I am pastel.

I am soft as cream,

but not weak as such. 

My taste will be on your tongue

sugar.

You will remember me.

My ora will stay etched- hauntingly in your brain.

When you kiss me, you will know power.

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