Fragile fingers press on rosy lips; you whisper
____Your way into my core, burning my skin scarlet and I
Think of strawberries - how the saccharine juices flow
____Only when the ripe flesh is wounded. I drink
The glow of dusk as it edges towards the sea
Staining the waters crimson, the bittersweet tang of blood
I muse on how perfumes are conceived - Crushing
____The red out of the reddest of roses, while
Vermillion fills the entire room - the color of burning blood
And the sheets turn into cherries
____And the rouge insides of watermelons, fiery flesh meeting
Fiery flesh, your lips pressing unto mine
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