People of a different hue have
A quality of mystery to their skin
As if one could lose themselves in it
To a place they’ve never been.
What is there within us that
Wants to experience and explore
Foreign or forbidden fruit?
Is it curiosity, desire, or something more?
Will they kiss the same?
Caress the same?
Make love the same and when
They come, call out your name?
Can love cross the color line?
Of course it can, and does.
Love is blind, they say,
But whatever the color, it’s here to stay.
Kisses are sweet and love is grand
Whoever it is, woman or man.
Just remember, my dear sweet friends,
Do birds of a feather really flock together?
Variety is the spice of life.
Let’s knock at a different door.
See and feel what lies inside.
You may come back for more.
People are people, whatever the hue.
They’re the same as me, the same as you.
It’s all in the mind, the color thing.
Like any relationship, it’s what you bring.
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