Darling,
Stay.
For this night skies say so.
For my magic isn't dark,
But velvety and scarlet.

And when I let you remove of,
What covers me,
My breath will show you the way,
To heaven.
That lies between my lips.
Hidden.

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The scarlet of my velvety lips,
yearn to smooch your pale petals,
brushing off its vibrance,
against your slightly parted flesh,
smearing it with its essence,
until my scarlet and your paleness,
both turns pinkish.

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we walk past unfamiliar streets,
our hands long lost to the cold
the sky is violet tinged with scarlet
and your breath is blue flame
while my tongue is poison ivy
as the nights pass us by.
I haven't got many words now
and you have even fewer,
but we burned our bridges
at the first sight of dusk
and in this breaking dawn,
we whisper each other's name.

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At this very moment, I am alone. You had to go back to work whilst I still have a bit of leeway afore I, too, need to go back to mine. I accompanied you down the corner, on your way to that busy highway over yonder; your silence spoke of the thousand words that, I so knew, you wanted to voice out.

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A handful of florid glitter
thrown into petals of wonder,
innocent warmth of scarlet glow
reaching out through every shadow,
the little rose blooms into a souvenir,
of love, of a new chapter, and of cheer.

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Hope He Will Also Appreciate The
Tongue Between Your Lips To Speak
The Way You Want To Speak Everyday Everynight

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Somewhere in this scarlet pouch,
There lives my zeal
And a wound still to heal.
There lives my sensations,
whom I have forgotten to feel.
And beside my adorable treasury,
there's a graveyard for all of my
misery.
life is worthless unless he doesn't tells, that
living is mandatory.

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An evening in her grandmother's lap, she slept to understand her blooming season. Love emulating from a lady to another in making, curiosity in her eyes grew with passing days. She woke up one day with a strange pain in her lower abdomen and blood between her thighs. Scarlet was the colour of her teens, scarlet remained her identity for the rest of her life.

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She wore her Mama's green curtains
Carried her head high and proud
Asked the one man she despised
Reading his attitude for affluence
Lead him on too, with her wiles
Each time staying just out of his grasp
To keep her land, her home, her Tara
The plucky witch left no stone unturned. 

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The season of fall has come,
Painting hues of golden and scarlet on its way;
Every leaf tinted as flowers of the ray.
The gentle breeze swirls the beauty of the fall.
The delectable aroma of sweet pumpkins in full blow,
Mixed with the luscious savour of juicy apples in the air,
Evokes you to the days of tears and smiles.

The soul of the nature reflect to let things go and the void to be filled by the bliss of time.
The rustling of the fallen leaves on the ground,
Dances gracefully with every blows of the wind;
Autumn is an array of yellow, orange and red...

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