Crimson Ribbon

by Amber   Dec 19, 2005


Slowly, softly, perfectly
It slides across my wrist
A ribbon I've created
With what's held inside my fist
The flowing of the feeling
That's falling to the floor
Showing how I'm dealing
With all the pain and more
Crimson colors pouring
Leaving a line of lust
The lust that I so long for
My Crimson Ribbon touch

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