my lover came to me in a scarlet red dress

by Rachel Lynch in

We stepped into the bedroom, her kisses were heavy and dark like wine. Red lips covered in skin, her cheeks so bright in rouge, as if she's trying to play the part. Doesn't she know that it's not acting anymore. This is who she is, she is my lover. Baby, don't you try to fight. Resisting me is like resisting yourself. There is nothing left to say for we are one in the same. You're like my dark dream from which I cannot awake. There is no need to fight, black is the night that she wore the scarlet red dress.