The Girl in the Red Dress

She'll walk past you and leave only her scent;
leaving you longing for more, but never truly satisfying
Her footsteps tracing gorgeous imprints on the ground below
only to be erased like an ocean wave reclaiming her shore
Her flowing brunette hair will sing a song of pure desire
like a melody that you can't erase from your memory
Nor would you want too
Her discordant voice will sing lyrics to songs that she does not know,
but you would swear she wrote them.


So when you see the Girl in the Red Dress
Let her know that I miss the way her nails dug into my arching back
Leaving me skin tender until the next sunrise would come


The girl in the Red Dress..