Razzmatazz red, draped upon your cheek
May I wear it as a rosary
A something just to keep
Even if just in my memories
Where you wear that shade for me
An irreprochable affliction, drumming pangs of the heart
I shall wear it as a trophy, that will melt into my skin
Like the wax of a candle once the wick has been burned thin
this want, It churns in my stomach, then claws up to my chest, the tingling of rapture buried in her breast.
I must rip it open, bleed it dry and fresh. Drink the crimson razzmatazz red, that i must at any cost ingest
Your love i must devour, lest i never have enough
I gorged on all your harvest
So i seeded down the soil, by laying you to rest.
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Marmalade arcade
PoetryA cabinet of curiosity While not incredibly interesting I can promise you a story.
