send poems, not nudes

red wine summer

the red imprint of my lipstick on your wine glass
is a little declaration of love

you know,
i'd love to be this liquid
i wanna run down your throat
and fuse with your blood

my red lips on your skin
i can feel how the blood rushes through my veins
and how your gentle fingers touch my body

i blossom for you like a flower

every kiss a blessing
every touch an epiphany
won't you ever stop drinking red wine in summer

"red lipstick, red wine,
red dresses are fine
red blood and red flowers
we're taking warm showers"

calling you mine was never that sweet
hold me until the sun goes down
i hope you'll always remember this
our red wine summer