Woven threads of fine red silk
Shadow every sensuous curve
As if they were a second skin
Oh, how I love to look at your second skin
As you pass me by I am breathless
And wondering
About what your first skin looks like
I am mesmerised by those shadows of red
They tempt me towards sin
I long to touch your first skin
And feel your breath upon my neck
Nothing else seems to matter
Except for passion's only promise
Of heaving bodies
And heavy breathing
As we build towards nirvana
Oh, how I long to taste those shadows of red
To rouse my tastebuds
With the flavor of beautiful
Oh, how I love those shadows of red
They are a tapestry of divine conception
That I am almost afraid to touch
Author notes
inspred by Shadows In Red by Sevendust
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7wc2SIxHCw
A contest entry
- In The Mood by WingedWolf.
600 points, ended July 13, 2008, 15 entries
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comments from the peanut galllery
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nice. it's like lust that you are afraid to have... is she married or something? i can see you longing after this person in shadows of red. great job and good luck.
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