Sexy Red Dress

She wears her rage like a sexy red dress

Fitting her snugly, rather like a leather glove
Always conscious of how she moves
Wanting nothing to become exposed

She drags behind her a long red train
Acquaintances left speechless,
Tripping over their own tongues
Scorched by her viciousness
Parched by the her heat

She carries her wrath in the shape of a purse
Sharp rhinestones, beautiful to the eye
Their touch will rip you to shreds
Stand back as she passes, remember to smile

Poem copyright protected and the property of Victoria Ramsey.Not to be used without permission.


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