roses smell like sweet raspberries,
the juice travels across tongues,
skin being cut and peeled off,
death threats are so cool, aren't they?,

take off my clothes,
her gaze differs - oh no!,
slippery hands stuck in locked up hearts,

bodies lay limp and skin crumbling away,
sticky syrup is like yellow blood,
red wine leaking from torn eyes,
slippery lips glide over locked secrets,
all new people - through tinted glasses,

silk robes fly with dignity, beds- covered in red wine,
cute bows thrown to the stained floor,
mirrors on either side of the boxed room,
the boxed room smells like moldy raspberries,

! My poem, all credits to me !