The taste of you
is in my mouth right now
heady and red
crimson trickled words
that spell out the sin of lust
across the air
I can picture you later with
rose colored cheeks
flaming white spread
in blush tones on bedspreads
setting fire across
steeped pastures
My tongue curls at the thought
my mind blanks
settled with the thoughts
of
red
red
red
You make my chest spin
Éloa 
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