💋 The Language of Scarlet Lips

💋 The Language of Scarlet Lips

Not every story needs a voice,

Some are written in the curve of a kiss,

Painted crimson against midnight skies,

Holding secrets no tongue could ever confess.

These lips have tasted laughter,

And swallowed oceans made of tears,

They’ve whispered prayers into empty nights,

And kissed away forgotten fears.

A single scarlet imprint lingers,

Like a heartbeat left upon the soul,

A silent promise never broken,

Though time demanded every toll.

Some kisses bloom like springtime roses,

Gentle as dawn upon the sea,

Others burn like wildfire’s longing,

Leaving echoes that refuse to flee.

Speak softly if you speak at all,

For love can hear what words cannot.

Sometimes a kiss becomes forever,

Long after mouths have been forgot.

So wear your crimson proudly,

Let passion paint your fearless art.

For lips may only touch the skin,

But true love always finds the heart.

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