The color is red, No, not this red, A shade darker Not a russian red though, I wanted a mauve, But I tried a wine shade, followed by rust coral, Oh the heart pondered And mingled from color to color, One To another and yet another, But finally it rested on sensational red. But no… Continue reading Red Lips
How beautiful are those eyes, Hazel, lenses or real? My eyes, like big black button, Oh what madness, I aint anywhere there! You see her legs, spidery long, A four finger gap between thighs She smells of fresh plucked rose and lillies, How is that even possible? Is she even real? No there are many,many… Continue reading Beauty
Its made of glass and gold and rusky mud, My heart. Just a little bit of love and swollen pride, No I havent said yet, but its just as fragile as the glass, It's like tea without milk and honey, Hold me tight, tighter by the hips, Wouldn't you let the sleeves slip? Just look… Continue reading Drop me home.