Under the moonlight In the back of an ally, Where red neon lights Blight out future follies, Two soon-to-be-lovers Grow closer to each other.
He was all sharp, Crisp black and white lines A close styled suit which was Meant to define the - Which it did quite well.
She was of fluid Poured into a mold, The forming container a Red dress newly sold For specific purpose, to - Which she would soon do.
And in it she glimmered And sparkled like gold, That glittering treasure He so wished to hold. Yet she had approached him And with a whisper they left, She with her prize and Him with his - Which he would soon collect.
She exhaled and he breathed in And she smelled like chocolates, And cherries, and smoke. And they grew close, and she spoke, The simple words of - But he could not hear Because he was kissing her.
Soft and painted lips kissed back. Only once. She tasted like revenge, and blood. Sharp, and wet, a knife in his gut. He looked at her up above as She finished her simple words: “This is for - ” And so he fell.
Scarlet lips contorted into Cheshire smile, Thoughts cavorted With treasured grace. Glancing into his Bloodless face, She whispered to him Under her breath: “Don’t you know red is The color of - ?”
i had an idea once for breath that smelled like cherries and smoke, so this is that idea i suppose