Red Head

Your red hair

Was the first thing

That I noticed

Then it was your chest

That your hair

Hung so deceptively above

I can’t lie

You drew me in

Made my blood pump

Harder than it had

For a while

And it awoke desire within

Please allow

Me to have you

I know it’s sad

And it’s desperate

But I want

To see what you look like naked

I’m all out

Of fake romance

I just want to

Make you scream my name

Sod pretence

Let me engage with your nude flesh

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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5 Responses to Red Head

  1. Even in all the straightforward sexuality, it’s still sweet in simple truth. Nice piece.

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  2. Elan Mudrow says:

    I like your writing! I’ll check back from time to time.
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