Perfection in a red Armani skirt, hurts when I get to see it over and over again
When these days seem to intertwine, then agonisingly unwind like the fair promiscuous words which fall flat from your sweet, sweet/seriously juxtaposed lips
S’pose you did take it entirely upon yourself to strip for me, leave me equipped for nothing but ego-driven animosity
We oft spent half our day secluded and drenched in sweat between these precision sheets
Your manicured red-ribboned feet even sent me insane
I cannot, seemingly will not let myself get to remove this stain of yours from my crying and blinded mind