Dreaming of Him
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White sheets thrown,
Clothes not worn,
Your touch and kiss.
That is what I miss.
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Red, red, red.
Lipstick.
Red, red, red.
Lipstick.
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I cling to your body,
And I am not ready.
Yet my lips touch you.
And he has no clue.
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Red, red, red.
Lipstick.
Red, red, red.
Lipstick.
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We begin the brawl.
Then you crawl.
He doesn't know,
But you must go.
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Red, red, red.
Lipstick.
Red, red, red.
Lipstick.
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I dreamt of your lips.
Your name slips.
I lie my guilt away,
Yet you have nothing to say
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Red, red, red.
Lipstick.
Red, red, red.
Lipstick.
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Honestly, I had a dictionary and I would flip through it without looking and I got a word. The word was supposed to inspire one of my books, but it was "lipstick"... so I wrote this instead.
i like but do u think you could make it a little more sexual? if not i still like it
I love the streaming words it gave this poem such an effect.. :)
Cresentmoon2007 6 months ago
This one intrigues me. Your words hold so much emotion behind them. Voted up.