I watched you.
taking off.
glances in the mirror.
trying to find a outfit that suited you.
one by one.
the dresses they just fell.
endless the colors seem.
blue.
green.
black.
suddenly Red caught your eye.
yet it was poetic how the dresses effortlessly slither off your body.
your curves kissing the fabric.
obviously you are better off naked but I watched anyway.
a fever began to rise in me.
a lion existed to roar.
as I watched you attentively.
another dress existed to fall.
then the Pink dress.
your blue eyes set fires as the dress hugged you tight like a king cobra.
your blonde long hair kissing your back.
your blue eyes glisten as the dress fell into place.
the occasional I'm ready was too good for words.
but those curves they're so sinister it could be illegal.
but I wouldn't care.
as long as another dress fall.
the majesty of it.
me and you late for our date.
as the candlelight would burn dead.
and I would be too busy exploring the landscape of you.
every curve every bump every shape.
yet watching you is forever a drug to me.
knowing afterwards the shower would follow.
and tiny rainbow crystals would kiss your porcelain skin.
yet I would still be watching.
waiting.
for a signal to join in.
fore Red is obviously just not your color.
©darkmocha
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