Elraj - Purple Room

Dim lights on Saturday nights
Stained shirts with red lipsticks
Lighters sparks and the sticks lit
Its locked lips and a rising stick
In the purple room

In a thing they never believed in
They found solace in believing
Like atheists at the altar
Redacting thoughts that were altered
In the purple room

It was they versus them
In genial chaos and mayhem
Fighting it out on soft feel of latex
Interspersed with the occasional "uh yes"
In the purple room
Muffled moans in a fight to last long
Purple rug on which they laid on
Feeling the feet, as they did the ride on
It feels better even with the lights on
In the purple room

In the middle of December
Not minding what the circle read on the calendar
Nasal receptors trying not to forget the sweet smell of lavender
Bodies colliding in passionate thrusts to be remembered
In the purple room...

Written by:
Abdulkadir Raji

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