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.
His complexion was of a champagne rose in the early light, his cheeks rosier still.
His complexion was a sexy caramel that spoke to the sweetness in his eyes.
The light played upon his black complexion, hugging every feature.
Black skin, perfect complexion, hazel eyes - I'm as straight as they come but I could look at her all day.
In that afternoon light his skin was the gold of wheat, of those golden ears that sing right to the poetic heart.
Her skin was the kind of white that could even enchant the snow.
His complexion was warmer than gold, the kind that was the best of friends with the sun, looking good in any light.