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It Wore a Red Leather Dress
In my peripheral vision I saw a vision
The waving in the breeze of a red leather dress
Skin tight around the hips open all the way to those red leather boots
The temptation to peek made me nervous at first
Somehow her legs blended in so well I could barely see them.
Each step opened the slit down the back
Exposing two shadowy shapes of what I thought might be legs
But I just couldn't see below the knee
Until her red leather boots glowed underneath
I walk around but somehow her back stayed facing me
"Her" indeed, it was hard to tell
The shape of those hips said she must be a she
But I could never get around to see it's face
From the side her chest appeared to have curved breasts
But the arms always were raised with a drink in each hand
I just couldn't make out who this person might be
I got closer to ask her if she wanted to dance
She answered with a long drawn out yessssss
In front of me she walked onto the dance floor
Suddenly stopping it bumped into me
Then swiveled those hips grinding against me
Never turning to face me or speak any words
In time with the beat she moved like the breeze
Then whispered gently, "come follow me"
To the back room she lead me
Where darkness was all I could see
Except when she turned I could finally see
Two sparkling objects shining on me
At first I thought they were her eyes
As she grew closer I thought she was coming in for a kiss
Something wet I thought must be her tongue
When my neck went completely numb
Her saliva I felt drip onto my chest
I thought, what a wet kisser, I bet she'll do more
Across the room I saw two lights reflecting in a distant mirror
But in the reflection there was only me
My chest covered in red like her red leather dress
But she was not there, yet she was standing in front of me
All of the sudden I could clearly see
The two lights were not eyes but sharp pointed teeth
Dripping with droplets of crimson tea
I realized then she had sucked out of me
As I fell to my knees she looked down at me
And now I was hers, eternally
The waving in the breeze of a red leather dress
Skin tight around the hips open all the way to those red leather boots
The temptation to peek made me nervous at first
Somehow her legs blended in so well I could barely see them.
Each step opened the slit down the back
Exposing two shadowy shapes of what I thought might be legs
But I just couldn't see below the knee
Until her red leather boots glowed underneath
I walk around but somehow her back stayed facing me
"Her" indeed, it was hard to tell
The shape of those hips said she must be a she
But I could never get around to see it's face
From the side her chest appeared to have curved breasts
But the arms always were raised with a drink in each hand
I just couldn't make out who this person might be
I got closer to ask her if she wanted to dance
She answered with a long drawn out yessssss
In front of me she walked onto the dance floor
Suddenly stopping it bumped into me
Then swiveled those hips grinding against me
Never turning to face me or speak any words
In time with the beat she moved like the breeze
Then whispered gently, "come follow me"
To the back room she lead me
Where darkness was all I could see
Except when she turned I could finally see
Two sparkling objects shining on me
At first I thought they were her eyes
As she grew closer I thought she was coming in for a kiss
Something wet I thought must be her tongue
When my neck went completely numb
Her saliva I felt drip onto my chest
I thought, what a wet kisser, I bet she'll do more
Across the room I saw two lights reflecting in a distant mirror
But in the reflection there was only me
My chest covered in red like her red leather dress
But she was not there, yet she was standing in front of me
All of the sudden I could clearly see
The two lights were not eyes but sharp pointed teeth
Dripping with droplets of crimson tea
I realized then she had sucked out of me
As I fell to my knees she looked down at me
And now I was hers, eternally
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