LADY IN RED

LADY IN RED
By: Anthony Salatino


No other woman can compare to me.
My beauty, no other can surpass.
There are to many curves to see,
My ample breasts, my supple ass.

Everyday I keep the same routine
Shower, moisturize, and put on my face.
Enter my expensive wardrobe,
With my undergarments made of lace.

My hip bones stick out just a bit.
Everything I wear, a catwalk-model can to.
My clothes become a second skin,
As always, my coverings have a close fit.

My eyelashes reach out and slap you,
These scarlet lips will kill you.
My contoured face and delicate hands,
My flowing blonde, always in the right do.

Legs like butter, skin like silk.
My sexy body will entice.
There is no escaping my commanding look
This look which turn men to mice.

These men stop and stare
“Hey baby,” they yell, “come bring me some honey.’
These low lives don’t stand a chance,
I won’t date a man without money.

I walk with a twist, enticing all,
The on-looking women, jealous with envy.
But if they only knew the secret,
The secret of my beauty.

I have had so many men,
Come in, come, and leave.
Some have also seen me naked
For whatever reason, they leave.

I am so gorgeous, so hot, how can this be?
I am a modern Marilyn, look-a-like Barbie doll.
My succulent breasts, supple ass.
My huge penis, my dangling balls.