Poem: Red Colors


Red Colors

Everything requires a red glow,
A witty smirk and a red willow,
Keep things up the window,
For nothing is worth a millow.

Dashing Athenna,
Royale little red snapper,
Painting jobs is just a bit abusive,
Putting a hold on the bidding.

Sexually seducing manhood,
A friendly glow of red veins,
A sensual telephathy,
But expert in under going circumstances.

Late in adore,
Flair in vain,
Painting up a vile of red stream,
Unique but deadly in the blood frame.

Yours Truly,


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