Red Light Talk by Deanna M GritsonisKeep the red light on
It tickles my skin
Naked and glowing
Im hungry
Waiting to be fed by language
Words never meant for the dinner table
Eating up your red light language
Whispering licks, pulls, scratches, and sucks
Rough hands keep me heated
As our language and bodies become more criminal like
Its the nights when we dont make love sweet and slow
But when we are hungry for lust
And the scratches show
04/25/2005 Author's Note: Ok I worked on it again.... not sure if it is done either.... we will see
Posted on 04/26/2005 Copyright © 2025 Deanna M Gritsonis
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