Posted June 8, 2011on:
It’s still there. The stains of red lipstick you smeared with such intention before burrying your face in my chest. Or was it blood, I couldn’t quite remember but being the masochist I am, I would still relish and secretly wish those lips that brushed my skin were still dancing upon me. Severely .
It’s sort of like going on a long, hateful vacation but we will be home. Won’t we?
Posted by Wordmobi