Crimson bliss transfers a scarlet glow
while bodies twine and tangle,
the amber bottle drawn across its watercolor tarp.
A blushing taste,
that wicked, vermilion sin.
The ghoulish glare a Van Gogh starry night,
and sweet, azure songs pressed upon
a marbled, technicolor canvas.
clenched and clasped, smooth electric skin.
Rose wine promises trill and whisper,
infrared flames lick at her lungs
an inferno writhing against his affirmation.
and a brush of rare artistry.