Deepest red

The simplest kiss gone hard;
Soft flesh parting, the skin rises
Opens, begging.
Yours.
Leave your mark in fingertips
Traced and true
And anyone hereafter will know
I am
Yours.
The sweetest bruise, pure, pristine
Ripening on the vine of blood
And bone
Always yours
Teeth and tongue and
Deepest red.



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