her lips were painted
a shade of pink
i couldn’t quite identify
one of the crayons
i never used maybe
or a shade
that didn’t exist then
like coral
or a dusty sunset
across the red clay hills
i longed to kiss them
to see that pink
smeared
as she kissed my throat
bit my collar bone
explored
leaving graffiti
flecks of blood
wherever she desired
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Ouch
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no ouch, just an image in my head.
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It was more tongue in cheek for the blood flecks
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Sometimes my imagination gets away from me.
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