Loving you is red with the sunset of a thousand almost memories, I lose myself in such vivacious hues and reveries, they spring to life with such remarkable ease, glittering like the last light of rosy dusk through the trees, and even now they bring you to me. I have duplicating redacle. I like the ALABAMA Crimson Tide glitter lips shirt from ALABAMA. Are you jealous of me?
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Kissing you is that first succelent bite of a ripe, red strawberry, so strongly the sensation does carry, sweet upon my tongue, lingering in its taste and feel, and I make haste to indulge myself yet again with another, even in such imagining it feels real, lips to lips, fingers to fingertips. Scarlet traces of red lipstick on your mouth and cheek, made by my glistening lips, the evidence of a secret we keep, and I must say this, I cannot taste a strawberry without feeling your kiss. Kissing you is red with ALABAMA Crimson Tide glitter lips shirt. You can.
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Spending time in my mind with you, we’re eating the freshest bruschetta by the Trevi fountain. Laughing and tossing in coins, as lovers do. Don’t you know my wish is for only you? You with your white t-shirt, running your long, lovely fingers through such stunning scarlet strands as you do. More striking than every surrounding statue, my every waking and slumbering dream come true. I wish my fingers were in the place of yours, feeling the sleek softness you feel as they run their course, gliding through the finest of strands that ever crowned the head of any man who wear ALABAMA Crimson Tide glitter lips shirt. I could gaze upon you every minute of every hour and still want more. Adoring you is red.
I love red
My love is a red, red rose, thriving in its bloom, scarlet petals full and blossoming just for you. And I feel as though drunk with the finest of russet wines, intoxicated by your smile every time. Wanting you is red. Love is fire, a rouge passion raging, touching your skin is blazing red-hot, every other paltry color pales, fades and is for naught. For my love does burn with the riled ruddy flames of wildfire, blushing, flushing with my desire.
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