Unnamed 11 - Poem by Salph Rage
Lost in radiant stillness.
Peeling back lips abstract thought
utters the undeniable truths of
scarlet dyed lusts.
Ebbing breaths tides wave its desire
and the vanity that lays within
velvet liquids canvas
A wave of warmness
spills from your fingers tips.
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