I closed my eyes and ran my tender fingers over his rough skin. I had just emerged from the river and I was waterlogged, my ears pounded and my hair dripped a steady rain.
I felt him close to me. I knew he breathed deeply as I did. With each breath I felt his sturdy trunk press harder against my elated chest.
He was beautiful. His mahogany flesh so full of life against my weak ivory complexion.
I heard my name called behind me. A mocking call interrupting a lover's tryst. I quickly kissed the bark of my favorite tree and fled.
(Can the next color be blanched almond? I was going to pick coral but that was taken.. I hope almond isn't!)