Red

Red is the color of love.

As I sit here.

Staring deeply into your eyes, locked tightly like a latex glove.

You’re speaking.

My ears are wide open.

Multitasking is my specialty.

So it’s nothing for me to pay attention, to the motion of your lips, and how perfectly,

They curve after each sentence, and every word that you’ve spoken...

I’m not perfect...

Shit neither are you...

Perfectly Imperfect without Elle Varner being the wise elephant in the room.

We’re both just that.

A fly on the wall would love to see us...

Metaphorically speaking the fly is a representation of all of your friends who’d love to know,

Wtf we’ve got going on.

It’s nobody’s business...

Those long drives.

Those thick thighs.

Those bedroom eyes.

The attraction is and belongs to you so take me...

Inside or into.

It doesn’t matter how you want to receive it.

I aim to please.

So you choose,

This or that way,

I’m still tryna fuck with your mental.

This isn’t love but love is the color red, but tonight I only care to get inside of your bed-I mean inside of your head because...

Tonight.

It’s of no concern,

That red is the color of of love.