[ CW ] Describe a color without using the word `` color '' and the color itself .

It's warm, subtle, sexiness of Chianti poured in a glass. It's a sudden grunt at night when you throb from the engorgement of blood at climax. It's a thick, velvety robe worn by royalty. It's Lent for the penitent. It's the steam of hot passion and cold reason. It's the fusion of male in female. It's used blood returning to the lungs as it surges to the rhythm of your beating heart. It's the lips of a corpse. It's luxury, decadence, life, sex, deprivation, beauty, death, depth, pain, ecstasy. The poignancy of our short, fleeting, meaningless existence and the visceral pangs that remind us we are animals bare the same hue.
