Crimson Kiss

Lips painted red, a canvas of desire, Drips of color, a story to acquire, A kiss that bleeds, a passion so true, A moment captured, forever anew. The vibrant hues, a dance on skin, A fleeting glance, a memory within, The white teeth shine, a contrast so bright, A sensual moment, in the morning light. The paint drips slow, like honey or wine, A sweet indulgence, a taste divine, The lips, a rose, in full bloom and pride, A symbol of love, that will not subside. In this close-up, we see the art, A masterpiece, that beats in every heart, A kiss that speaks, of love and of pain, A moment's beauty, that will remain. The colors blend, in a swirling storm, A passionate expression, that will forever form, A memory of love, that will not fade, A crimson kiss, that will forever be displayed.