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red
red lips leaving red
petal pressings where-
ever they may.
red skin sucked, swirled by
tongues and
shadows the touch of
heavy hands.
red blood swells my
passion for red and
pink held between
frantic legs.
red is the color of
pain and palms where
clutched fingers
leave their prints, and
friction - heat of
bodies - one atop the
other, starting fires.
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