Red~It's All In The Color
"It's all in the color," she said, her beckoning, beguiling,
scarlet tipped fingers slowly, shamelessly stroking a tiny,
silken string in an alluring appeal to the senses, a provocative
invitation; a private party waiting to be crashed; crushed by
invitation; a private party waiting to be crashed; crushed by
wanton, wicked whispers
"It's all in the color"
a thin strip of white purity deceptively innocent, disguising
multitudes of sin under the stained, pallid sham of dancing
Madonnas, while pink is pretty in lace; coy, kittenish youth
peeking out from under stark, dark affectations of prim maturity
yellow cotton sizzles as hung sheets drying under the neon gaze
of hot, scintillating summer days scented in blooming narcissus springing to life the withered roots of ancient trees to proud
attention under the warmth of a friendly caress, but red--
"I think red is your color"
blood red commanding, demanding attention; take me, make me,
break me; a bright slash of scarlet branding a pale, smooth canvas
in bold pronouncement--
Not for the faint of heart! There's no purring kitten here--no sir;
there's a tigress in this tank and--
she's ready to roar
a smokin' hot, nasty siren ripping through a quiet night;
a dazzling comet shooting across a blue velvet night; a bullet train racing down a slick track; a hot-rod coming off the starting line doing zero to ninety in no time flat, engine screaming, tires squealing--
I got it
you want it
come and get it
Yes! Yes! Red!
Red is my color
tensed in conversion, a sweet slip of violet discarded in quiet
descent down quivering thighs, forgotten, pooling around parted
ankles trembling in anticipation, an expectant silence breaks under
the weight of an answer to which there can be only one question--
"Shall I ring you up now,
