Technical darkness

The cream unloaded
of your painful nails.
Crazy world
that’s killing my storm
with horrible butterflies
surrounding over a smile.

Water is falling
over the real color
inside a mouth
yours.

I’m yours,
like your mouth,
like your skin,
your back,
your ass,
and a twisted house
going out its walls.

I’m in your fingers.
Drink me please.

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A girl in red.