To tug and pull at the vast expanse you call,
my mind.

I dig my nails into your
velvet soft skin,
let my fingers caress your
pulsating neck,
lay my arm across your 
heaving chest,
run my lips over your
red lipstick lips.

Breathe.
awaken me from my
slumber.

Tug and pull at the vast expanse I call 
my reality.

Steal away in the night, in the darkness of time.
Not with you,
Protruding dagger in my thigh;
Evasively maneuverable, slippery escapes.
Unattainable thoughts, intrinsic fogs of passion.
Gets me every time.
Those Lips of Red Lipstick.