your lips
are red
the
glass
has
floating
red
my painted
red finger
nails
dig
lightly
into
your back
a sound
comes
from
your lips
my red
satin
dress
lays
on
the floor
in a puddle
just for
you
your breath
paints
my
body
YOU ARE READING
clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
