When I see red
I think of fire.
When I see red
I think of desire.
It's hot and fierce,
It consumes you whole.
It's lust and sin,
It always wants more.
Red is danger:
Stay away.
Red says stop:
Listen and stay.
Red is blood,
Dripping and gore.
Red is sex,
Steamy and hard-core.
But red is soft
Like autumn leaves,
And red is warm
Like an August breeze.
Red can be love,
All your heart can say.
And red is the sunset
That ends each day.
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