Lady In Red
She walks across the street,
dressed in a red, Salsa dress,
and black stilettos. Her hair
dances in the wind,
as her eyes burn with desire
to hold what she deeply
loves in her soul.
Her lips are cherry and tender,
kissed by the summer breeze
that is beckoning her to
the ocean shore. She has a picnic
with a man who taught her
how to love herself,
but letting the ocean caress
her body, softly replenishing
her mind, body, and soul.
He wanted her to see the ocean
in him; he's deep, mysterious,
and gentle,
even with his arms,
which were as strong as the ocean
waves in the full moon.
'She's my full moon," he whispers,
as he is drawn to her sensual
radiance, from deep within her soul....
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