red

With crimson hair aflame
through water made untame
She burns with sultry stare
to make our passions flare
as icy droplets slide
spinning down her spine
a tickling teasing track
'til she arch her back
then we are left to sigh
as lusty daydreams fly
And wish, and want
for that which won't

Cheap red wine
and broken glass
digging
into
my fingers
blood stained prints
on clear blue glass
that never wash
the words away
I can't see
for all the light
that's shining
down my veins
Let me forget
the dance of loss
and let us
start to sing

Strawberries
dipped in cream
dripping off
the slow and succulent curve of
the red berry
Waiting to be torn
between sharp white teeth
To let sweet juices trickle
down a soft smooth chin

Roses are read,
By Violet from Hue,
Who slaps his poor head,
Due to one rose too few.