Her hips gyrate to the rhythm,
The air is dense with need,
A most basic innate human need,
The need for –sex,
The need to mate.
The need to share a most profound intimacy.
She circles you,
Her eyes alight with ecstasy,
You are her prey.
It feels good,
Devil in a red dress,
She moves against you,
You reach for her –she glides away,
You are left in a mad state of loss,
Driven by the desire to engage,
Engage in the most perfect act known,
Driven by lust for a tempest in a red dress.
Now every time you see red, you think of things of a sexual nature,
A reminder of such a delicate state of being,
Red rose petals,
A murderous sunset,
And most of all red dresses.
You think of red dresses in a most sexual manner.
For it was a tempest in a red dress that drove you to the brink of madness– in a most sexual nature.