Whoa whoa-ho-ho, whoa-ho-ho, whoa-ho-ho When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls And the stars begin to twinkle in the night In the mist of a memory you wander all back to me Breathing my name with a sigh In the still of the night once again I hold you tight Though you're gone, your love lives on when moonlight beams And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lover, we'll always meet Here in my deep purple dreams When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls And the stars begin to twinkle in the night In the mist of a memory you wander back to me Breathing my name with a sigh In the still of the night once again I hold you tight Though you're gone, your love lives on when moonlight beams And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lover, we'll always meet Here in my deep purple dreams And as long as my heart will beat, sweet lover, we'll always meet Here in my deep purple dreams Whoa whoa-ho-ho, whoa-ho-ho, whoa-ho-ho Links: Hair:  Truth Hair Nails and M

Pink, it's my new obsession Pink, it's not even a question Pink on the lips of your lover 'Cause pink is the love you discover Pink as the bing on your cherry Pink, 'cause you are so very Pink, it's the color of passion 'Cause today it just goes with the fashion Pink, it was love at first sight Yeah, pink, when I turn out the light And pink gets me high as a kite And I think everything is going to be alright No matter what we do tonight You could be my flamingo 'Cause pink is the new kinda lingo Pink, like a deco umbrella It's kink, but you don't ever tell her I want to be your lover I want to wrap you in rubber As pink as the sheets that we lay on 'Cause pink is my favorite crayon, yeah Pink, it was love at first sight Pink, when I turn out the light Pink, it's like red but not quite And I think everything is going to be alright No matter what we do tonight "Pink" by Aerosmith Links: Hair:  Truth Hair Makeup:  Zibska Nails:  Vengef

  Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh. Every day I will give you a color, like a new flower in a bud vase on your desk. Every day I will paint you, as women color each other with henna on hands and on feet. Red as henna, as cinnamon, as coals after the fire is banked, the cardinal in the feeder, the roses tumbling on the arbor their weight bending the wood the red of the syrup I make from petals. Orange as the perfumed fruit hanging their globes on the glossy tree, orange as pumpkins in the field, orange as butterflyweed and the monarchs who come to eat it, orange as my cat running lithe through the high grass. Excerpt from the Poem: "Colors passing through us" by Marge Pierce Read the full poem here:  Colors Links: Hair:  Truth Hair Paint and Earrings:  Vengeful Threads/ Venge Lipstick and Head:  le LUTKA