Rough Poem by Crimson Love
Rough
Orey- eyed crimson ruptures with blood,
pain upon nothing has been inflicted,
Not by blade, nor by bullet,
But a meagar touch of what I cannot have,
One faint brush of skin,
A thousand needles kiss where you've been.
Rushe upon thigh,
one lustful crimson eye,
Beckon the skin not to hide,
Kiss upon anger,
Heated past reage,
the rougher the better,
no matter the age.
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