Red. The color of your hair running through my fingers. With your head on my lap we talk of sweet nothings.
Red. The color of your fiery soul. Your passion is so clear and pure. Open to the naked eye you flare.
Red. The color of your cheeks as I kiss you sweetly, softly. A rare sight to see you this way, I always feel a sense of pride.
Red. The color of my love. The color of fire and passion and the color of us.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of self written poems. Please do not repost these anywhere, these mean a lot to me and are very personal.
