Pink

A blush of pink: She'd caught a roving eye - He gave a wink. Her smile had played a shy And quaint florescence; The siren of pubescence Drew him in. She bade him touch her hair, Suggesting that he dare To kiss her pulsing lips! E'er the fool a man, he did: The drips of blood began to cheer - And so, another rid: Tips of fangs are sharp, you know - Dancing ivory feeds her soul - See her claim a howl upon a chilling wind! Slain, he lay across a crimson floor: She grinned in her repletion. A blush of pink; Beneath a glowering sky Her savoured drink Was done. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 pink pink pink pink pink pink her blush pink pink pink pink pink pink her blush pink pink pink pink pink pink her blush pink pink pink pink pink pink