Red is the color of your cheeks when you think of me and smile.
Red is the color of your lips when you bite them and remember how I defiled you in the backseat of the cab for about a mile.
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Red is the dress you wore that night I took you out to eat. Fuck me.
Red is the lipstick you smeared on my skin as we traveled home in the train. Kiss me.
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Red tinted your ass as you awoke the next morning in my bed.
Red was your pussy after I was done with it... and still somehow so fucking wet.
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Red is the blood that's trapped under your nails after you scraped them down my back.
Red is on your neck where my teeth and lips latched onto you while I treated you like a snack.
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Red is what I see when you strip for me. When you give me those eyes, fuck it all turns vermillion.
Red is what you paint my heart. Baby, for you I'd give up being civilian.
