Red
lipstick,
like velvet
promises; a
sticky reminder
of long nights and mornings,
wearing nothing but sunlight
and dreaming of silken whispers,
a warm breath awakening goosebumps;
two loves lost in layers of tangled sheets.
lipstick,
like velvet
promises; a
sticky reminder
of long nights and mornings,
wearing nothing but sunlight
and dreaming of silken whispers,
a warm breath awakening goosebumps;
two loves lost in layers of tangled sheets.



LISA

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