Autumn red, and the silent leaves Release that rustle which is a scream for them. Rolling down the road too fast and it turns red; they scream. Crashed and on a gurney, he reaches for her hand; His red blood spills; she screams….

Red heels, body balanced above. Red dress, fits just like a glove. Red lips, seething with lust. Red rubies, slipped in the secret of my bust. Red flag, beckoning. Red silk sheets, decorate our night, into morning.