it all started here.

It all started here~

He pressed me tight against
the purple wall,

like a rare and beautiful flower
That any page would treasure
Safely kept discerning,

my heart stood yearning
his flesh burning with desire

Within every touch
the flames grew higher
and higher,

It all started here
between hours of pleasure
This flaming fire
of desire,

If only the walls could talk
Of such love, such passion
to blush a crimson red,

would you want to know
each sound the walls have said,

The floor, the table, the bed,

or simply exchange
pages instead,

each day the book, was read
the purple walls
Turned a crimson red.

nardine Sanderson 25/08/2015.