Your legs wrapped around my waist yet was wrapped around another the other night.
I know... Red Flag.
The ethnicity of your lies when you had a pair of caramel lips around the only thing that your mind consumes... red flag.
The written literature that consumed your mind for so long written for the public.
I am aware... red flag.
The drugs.. knowing that the pulses of my own heart flooded my own illiterate mind. Red Flag.
Forever my own love and my own flaws. My own throbbing vessel wrapped around your thickness of passion. Red Flag.