How that red will catch my eyes and torture dreams
within my wants and my desires
in tempting smiles
which paint illusions in red.
And red the color of my flame
underneath an aching pain
of dreams forgone,
but in a smile your lips prolong
a yearning look I entertain
while blindly lost in coral red.
“what red lips you have,” he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? “All the better to kiss you with, my dear,” she replied. And then their lips met.”
― Annette Curtis Klause, Blood and Chocolate