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Lady In Red

I'm looking in your shining eyes
As shiver's running through my spine.
No longer can I revel into luscious lies:
I thirst for you to be forever mine.

That fall weaves two hot bodies into one
Pouring them over with omnipresent cool.
Twilight has swallowed the evening sun
That slightly glows through the sky it fooled.

I'm getting closer to you with every breath,
Bury my face into your dark blond hair.
Sweet, strong perfume befuddles me like glass
Of whiskey, provokes birth of love affair.

Your collarbone feels my sliding palm
Caressing every centimeter of your skin.
The flaming lips are getting almost dumb –
They chain together as a solid ring.

Mine sink in yours, so soft and mellow.
The tips of our tongues reach gentle touch.
Your arm entwines my throat while its fellow
Gropes for my tangled hair; no eyes to watch.

We're almost frozen on the deserted street.
Gloomy New York brings down the rain
Upon our heads slowing such loud heartbeat,
Chilling bloodstream in burning veins.

I am inhaling you, taking some wishful sips
From depthless bowl of love potion we shed.
Moving with curved trajectory, our wild lips
Tell story of the fleshless essence – lady in red.

Someday she met us with the open arms.
Her presence that I couldn't so long confess,
But finally got utterly defeated by the charms
We're cloaked in the train of crimson dress.
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Submitted on October 09, 2013

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