you push past a red cherry,
embroidered on a bed of white lace
underneath
you find a pink cherry
on a bed of flesh, graced
you kiss me
then it
it is sweet,
you tell me so,
between my moans
but you want more,
my pink matter isn't enough
neither is the grey stuff
your hands travel
they find my sternum
after searching my chest some
your lips are wet as you kiss again
your hands are soft as they tear my skin;
gentle as they rupture my ribs;
nimble as they unravel my veins from the drum in my chest
you hold it in front of me,
your prize.
your teeth sink
cherry red flows down your chin.
It is sweet,
you tell me so,
between my moans.
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion, Scarlet, Merlot.
Poetrymaybe the dandelions would then grow all the colours of red you made me feel ___________________________________ love comes in so many shades, and when I try to paint them, all I have is words. A collection of poetry, short stories and more explori...
