Crimson Libidinous
If sex were a colour, that colour would be RED,
It would steam in your memory and burn through your bed,
It would glow in the mirror in a darkened room,
If sex were a colour, if it wore a costume.
If sex were a criminal it’d be caught RED handed,
It would give up its lovers and leave them all stranded,
It would skip bail in a heartbeat, in a flurry of grief,
If Sex were a criminal it’d be a good thief
For it has stolen your BLOOD and though does not remove it,
It can use it to push you, to pull you, I’ll prove it:
Next time desire appears, just you try to resist,
You see freewill and sex just cannot co-exist…
– © MB 2012
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