red

 

 

Ripe

ripe, red lips

 

The flush of blood that

accompanies your skin

a chambered globose

perfectly bruised

ripened for the picking

 

I only miss you

when I see you like this

 

With fibers creasing into your folds

lips slack

with nothing to show

but red

and ravenous servility

 

I think

I like hurting you too much darling

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