Dale Mullock

Rookie - 3 Points (22/08/1977 / Ashton Under Lyne)

The Red Head - Poem by Dale Mullock

With her lush auburn tresses, sultry red glossed lips,
and flashing green eyes,
she walks by wearing a lavender blue sequined dress,
adorned with pearls,
she switches and sways that dress as she passes by,
with that suave swaggering walk,
rouge touched cheeks highlights her pale complexion,
she sets the gossip mongers tongues to talk,
whilst making men breathe long sighs.

Her perfume trail tantalises everyone’s noses,
tinting the air with the sweet scent of roses,
with a quick kiss blown on to the wind,
a flighty wink to suggest someone has sinned,
a flash of her ripe creamy thighs,
that sets men's blood racing to thrilling highs.
A slight and gamely pout, does start to sprout,
into a sultry grin, making you think you’re in.

She laps up all the commotion and attention,
that she receives,
giving further ideas to those rumour merchants,
and motor mouths,
as the talk of the office she quickly puts to rest,
any who disbelieve,
the idle chatter by aiming so many glances at me,
and adding to suggestion,
by dancing oh so provocatively and playfully,
in a special invitation,
gyrating round and round my work station,
and works table,
her naughty pranks and hilarious antics,
reminds me of a daring pixie of fable,
but her mischievousness makes everyone laugh,
at her precarious cantrips.

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Comments about The Red Head by Dale Mullock

  • (5/7/2010 4:24:00 PM)

    This one is very tingley. I like the way it makes me feel when I read it. I am also a red head...so its especially cute to me. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 7, 2010

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