The Lady in Red
I met the lady in red one fine Wednesday afternoon in the tangle melee of urbanitehood.
Her eyes blazed a vivid spell-bounding emerald hue,
Soft auburn curls tangled down her sinuous celtic face.
She greeted me with the loveliest angelic smile a man could ever desire.
We exchanged niceties of times gone and good fortune to come.
Her life had been one serviced for the pleasure of men,
A guilt buried beneath the façade of jollity.
We departed with sincere kisses,
Our shame floating in the sinful western ocean…
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