Crimson Cream Poem by John Sensele

Redlips, rock me silly
Peeling off my worries
Scattering to the wind memories of Willy
Although we switch off dowries and cowries.

Red lips, heavenly hips
Driving me crazy
Sensationalizing quintessential quips
We subsume when we honeymoon hazy.

Red lips, dame of dreams
Lived alive, sampled live
Whether we swim in streams
Or delect in our dainty drive.

Red lips, wash away the strain
Our hearts kill
As feelings we can no longer restrain
Our romance to heal the deal we swill.