Red
Red on her nails, Red on her lips.
She is enjoying the night to herself.
Red satin caress her skin.
Red lights shines in her room.
She dances seductivly in front of the mirror.
Loving the tone that surrounds her.
Red lace beneath her gown.
Dark eyes popping through.
Heels clacking upon her bedroom floor.
Moving to the heavy beat in the background.
The red roses blossoming on her vanity.
Her feeling exotic in this daring color.
Tasting the red wine in her glass,
that feeling of being wild and bold.
She wants to take it out on the streets,
and shatter the whole wide world.
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