He called me Red.
For the colour of my hair,
For my rosy red nipples,
For my flushed scarlet folds.
He called me his rose.
For the tint of my lips.
For the blush in my cheeks.
For the hue of my teasing tongue.
He called me a witch.
His only true weakness.
His kryptonite, his temptress,
His contented little kitten.
He called me his own.
I called his bluff.
Jupiter's Lair 
Surprising ending!!
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Thanks. I still haven’t quite figured out exactly what it means, lol! 🤔 isn’t that strange?!
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Not at all. It’s your stream of consciousness and it’s loverly! (Deliberate misspelling!😉)! Hope you had a beautiful day today.
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Thanks JM, you too 👍
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