Red - Poem by William McGehee
Within her hair she pinned a rose,
A blood red rose with petals bright.
And as the music moves and flows
She dances far into the night.
Her flower compliments her line,
Sensual curves, in motion’s sway,
Move up to meet the petal’s shine
As caution fades and melts away.
She has me trapped under her spell,
So hypnotized by seeing red,
From the rose and her lips as well,
And soft light falling on her head.
I walk to her and ask to dance,
Locked deep within her crimson trance.
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