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Red Is The Colour

Defenseless and attuned
to the vibration,
penetrating the day
a whisper
"meet me"

He skips the shave,
knowing she prefers a little texture

Summer's heat
hangs around
and he decides simplicity
will only highlight
the tone of her preferred attire

Rolled up sleeves
of a basic white dress shirt,
and a thin, black dress pant

She likes to see his curve,
the one pronounced
in anticipation
of these evenings together

Passion swells to the vision
of her tucked
into that red dress
amply displaying
every mesmerizing feature

Skipping dinner
preferring to lock bodies
into that comfortable serenade
of a private room
in the corner of an amplified city

Gracing her lips to his
transferring the colour
like blush to his skin

A firm hold to her hips
cheek to cheek
and back to searching mouths
that delight in the winding tension

Smoothing her palm
against his protrusion
working the fabric of his pants
into solid standing

Turning her around
and moving with her
responsive sway
edging her dress
above thighs
higher still
to bathe
him the glory
of her supreme bottom
perfectly separated
by that red strand
forming into a thong

Hooking his finger
drawing it away
to let her feel
the cool air
before pressing
his length
inside
the syrup
of her seductive yearnings

Moving with him
hands move
up her torso
to breasts
pressing them together
before one hand
reaches further to
carefully hold her throat

Gyrating against
each concentrated drive
she coaches him
deeper into
her core
her moan
beckoning
the urgency
to engage
in this primal
display of attraction

Always crucial
to be on time,
to conduct such evenings
blurring the outside world
and purging the stressors
to lie together later
sedated and connected
instead of squandering
precious hours
to simply get there

A reversal of rituals
far more nourishing
than tradition,
and always allowing
time for just
a little more.
Tenderloin
Written by Tenderloin
Published
Author's Note
"The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek
There's nobody here, it's just you and me"
- Chris de Burgh
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