Impulse

Black dress, red roses

Me at your door

You'd probably drop

Plans, Dignity 

And other things 

Better left unsaid

I shouldn't be

And you shouldn't be

You know that

But the reds take over

We won't stop 

We don't want to...

...You ate my red lips

Served naked on

A table that you  

Didn't reserve

What demons

Will this breed?

Better left unsaid

Nothing is red

After it's done

Pale leftovers 

For me at the table 

That I didn't reserve 

We don't stop 

We don't want to

But we want to.

-Al