Tangerine the scene spilling through this green...
Glass crossing her thighs as she bathes within love's
Afterglow, dare I let Ginger go; knowing insatiable be
Her hunger ?? Staring outside the window and a sudden
Knock upon the scarlet door deja vu it seems, I have been
Here before familiar this scent while she peers; moors moon
Brushed aside midnight blue with carmine hues, filling her eyes
Ah but time to loose these binds when the ladies enter; smiling
In tune as slowly sliding across, her fiery flesh glowing amid
Natures splendours burgundy she, bending forward inquiring
That my heart; all I could think of although were Shakespeare
While they reaching for her arching screams in dreams lavender
Renaissance recapturing a stained-glass reflection their quoting
..Macbeth, as I pierced the depths of her sixteenth century, Mars.