A "Lady In Red"

By Amber "V" Moonstone

8/26/09

Sometimes within a dream
your wishes
do come true
if only for that night,

when damsels are within your reach,
and the dawn is
long awaiting the finale
of a fine romantic tryst.

Upon the evening veil,
enters a dark haired Italian Beauty,
vivacious in nature,
romantic in hot blooded passion.

She enters the darkened dance floor,
as "Lady In Red" is playing.
She is a fiery siren,
dressed in a tight black leather skirt,
and a red tank top.

Cleavage going on forever,
your eyes cannot get enough,
she saunters over to you,
standing in her 3" stilettoes

reaching up to touch your beard,
holding in her breath as she
passionately kisses your lips.
You breath in her essence...

A scent you have dreamt about ,
rendering you helpless;
knowing that this could be the beginning
of fulfilled erotic fantasies.

You hold her closely
to feel her warmth and depth
a chill fills your mind
and you scoop her up and whisk her away.

Never letting her out of your sight
only in her embrace can you feel whole once again.
She is the fuel for your burning desires,
the food your soul has craved and the
embers of light stoking your universal darkness.

Temptation rules free,
you love her with abandon,
and then slowly crash
into reality when the sun comes up.