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