Orange

It's the pleasure the first rays of sunlight
Those early mornings of happy spring days
When the world is looking fresh and new
And there is so much to look forward to

It's the feel of anxious happy pleasure
Of driving down the freeway, parkway
Forty-five miles above the speed limit
A smile on your face the size of Cancun

It's the flavor of jittery almost love
When you see him and he sees you
Your heart beats just a little faster
Enough to beat in time with his

It's the moment as you reach for a kiss
His eyes as they feast upon your face
The color of the shirt he's wearing
And the way it clashes with his blush

It's holding so tight and not letting go
A laugh on your tongue, his hand on your neck
Dancing slowly to feel the way the other breathes
Of wanting the moment to go none faster

It's whispered words
Against the cheek of a friend gone lover
And really,
It's Orange if I ever saw it