Loving Miss Grey

He spent the whole night With little Miss Grey The blander the better She preferred it that way He brought her flowers She wished they were white He wore a paisley tie She said it was too bright No lively conversation She much preferred mundane If he talked about sunshine She would talk about the rain The meal had little flavor She neglected to add salt A delicate constitution It really was not her fault She asked "please give me passion" As she looked into his eyes He placed her on the table She opened up her thighs Color flowed to her cheeks Her skin began to glow She matched his every motion Moving fast and moving slow Passion took him by surprise Pleasure hit him like a wave Releasing vibrant colors This rainbow he wished to save They retreated to her parlor Beautifully bathed in her light Transformation of Miss Grey She became his Mrs Right