A crimson bloom upon her face,
Her lips were a promise, full of grace.
Cherry red, a tempting sight,
A beacon sweet, in gentle light.

A silent call, a whispered plea,
To taste the fruit, the mystery.
Desire stirs, a blush unseen,
In hopes of what might lie between.

Are words unspoken waiting there?
A secret shared, a love to share?
Cherry red, a kiss untold,
A story waiting to unfold.