An opium den floats in haze somewhere in Shanghai
There you sit, Lady of Crimson Red
Marble skin and dark skin
Laughter; scream; sigh; sound of two sticky liquids of joy mixed
You always listen to them with your head slightly tilting
Snow-white skin and sun-tanned skin
Invisible smell of sweat and viscous liquid shimmering above two flesh
You always inhale it
Pearl skin rides on bronze skin: then bronze skin rides on pearl skin to fold it tight
Pearl skin is gradually tinged with rose
You always see it
Therefore you are so deeply red
absorbing the sound, the smell, and the scene into yourself.
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