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Her complexion reminded me of every forest I ever loved, of the hue of trees after rain, deep, brown and so easy to fall in love with.

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His complexion was of a champagne rose in the early light, his cheeks rosier still.

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His complexion was a sexy caramel that spoke to the sweetness in his eyes.

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The light played upon his black complexion, hugging every feature.

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Black skin, perfect complexion, hazel eyes - I'm as straight as they come but I could look at her all day.

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In that afternoon light his skin was the gold of wheat, of those golden ears that sing right to the poetic heart.

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Her skin was the kind of white that could even enchant the snow.

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His complexion was warmer than gold, the kind that was the best of friends with the sun, looking good in any light.