Red

If our hands ever touched

I’d ask you to free me. Let me live

Your brief death

.
.
.

No more of

This living inexistence after

Dying by your hand. I want

Honey and cinnamon… When I drink

From you, I taste from

The river of fantasy

.

Unwritten rules — I never talk about

Sex, but

In the end, my virginity

Lacks its supposed

Purity.

I’m the nun

Wearing

Beautiful lingerie… Let me

Live a little death with you

.

ML

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