Submissions by infinitegirl--

People often describe rage as a
shade of dark red
Blood red
Red with revengeful shades of black lace
hugging the curves of lady rage
Her beauty draws the attention of those hurt
and pushes them to be hurtful
He first dances with lady rage, spins her round and pleases her
To undress lady rage means to peel off her red dress and sink into her
A carnal need overwhelms him
He thinks of the girl he once loved,
thinks of her kind shades of violet and rose, reminisces
and pursues lady rage instead,
His vengeful decision to dance with shades of...

For every neck, there are two hands
to caress it
Two hands to hold while a tender embrace takes its course

For every neck, there is a pair of lips
to gently tickle and graze it
A pair of lips to taste the flame while
her neck tilts back as if to look up, beyond bliss

Bliss sinks to bleakness, young love
deepened with disturbance

For every neck, there are two hands
to choke it
Two hands to strangle, while it seems choking back the tears
will strangle
him