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Sexy Red
Her red is sexy, her red is pure,
She turned up in red lingerie, almost naked at my door.
Her presence enchants, a seductive sigh,
A melody slipping through lips stained cherry high.
Brighter than crimson, her dress clings like flame,
Each thread woven with passion, a whisper of game.
Her red dress is stunning, her red dress is fine,
She is the reason I'd cross any line.
The air thick with silence, teasing remains,
Her aroma, like amber, in memory sustains.
Her walk, a dance, each step a soft glide,
In her presence, all shadows hide.
Her laughter like silk, flowing free,
More precious than gold, it captivates me.
Her eyes, deep pools, star-kissed and high,
Guarding secrets of fantasies nigh.
Her skin, sunlit gold, pure in its light,
A tale of seduction, both day and night.
Her hair, raven-dark, wild in flame,
Frames a face where beauty has no name.
But what leaves me breathless, what I crave to find,
Is the whole of her, body and mind.
She is the reason I'd cross any line,
I want not only her red but the whole of her to be mine.
She turned up in red lingerie, almost naked at my door.
Her presence enchants, a seductive sigh,
A melody slipping through lips stained cherry high.
Brighter than crimson, her dress clings like flame,
Each thread woven with passion, a whisper of game.
Her red dress is stunning, her red dress is fine,
She is the reason I'd cross any line.
The air thick with silence, teasing remains,
Her aroma, like amber, in memory sustains.
Her walk, a dance, each step a soft glide,
In her presence, all shadows hide.
Her laughter like silk, flowing free,
More precious than gold, it captivates me.
Her eyes, deep pools, star-kissed and high,
Guarding secrets of fantasies nigh.
Her skin, sunlit gold, pure in its light,
A tale of seduction, both day and night.
Her hair, raven-dark, wild in flame,
Frames a face where beauty has no name.
But what leaves me breathless, what I crave to find,
Is the whole of her, body and mind.
She is the reason I'd cross any line,
I want not only her red but the whole of her to be mine.
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