Treasure Island

norman hale

(2/18/1963 / ohio)

That Red Dress


There you are
In that dress so red
Stirring up thoughts
Inside my head

You even have a hat
That's red to match
Uuuuh la la baby
You are quite the catch

And with those red stockings
Running all up your legs
It is tempting enough
To make me have to beg

And those red boots
That are on your feet
Well, I'm giving up
I'm giving in to defeat

Oh with that body
With the perfect mold
It is your body
That I wat to forever hold

So come a little closer
And just let me see
Just how your body
Was made to please me

So give me that body
That looks ah so well
And I'll follow you
To the depths of Hell

Submitted: Thursday, October 18, 2012
Edited: Friday, October 19, 2012

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