The Lady In Red
In a world of colors, she stands out,
A vision of beauty, without a doubt.
The lady in red, with fiery allure,
Her presence commands attention, pure.
She glides through the room with grace and poise,
Eyes sparkling, bewitching every noise.
Her crimson dress, a bold statement made,
A symbol of passion that cannot fade.
Her lips painted in a seductive hue,
Whisper secrets that only a select few
Are privileged to hear, to taste, to know,
As she casts her spell, her essence aglow.
In her wake, hearts skip a beat,
Caught in the web of her exquisite feat.
For she is more than just a color, you see,
She embodies desire, sensuality set free.
With every step, she ignites a fire,
A flame of longing that never tires.
She’s the embodiment of passion’s embrace,
The lady in red, leaving hearts in chase.
But dare not try to tame her, you see,
For she’s a tempest, wild and free.
She dances to her rhythm, her own beat,
Defying conventions, with every heartbeat.
So behold the lady in red, a force so rare,
A symbol of passion, beyond compare.
Her presence lingers, imprinted in the mind,
The lady in red, a vision, one of akind.
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