The Red Dress

“I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.”
Kim Addonisio

The Red Dress
by denny


I didn't see her at first
as she stepped from the taxi and
began to walk towards me
wearing that short red dress I loved.

The way it clung to her body
accentuating every curve and
forcing you to just stare at her
whenever she walked by.

Revealing long muscular legs
that seemed to go on forever
the kind that made you wish
for a sudden strong breeze

When I saw her she was almost on me
walking straight and determined
that purposeful look in her eye
that caused my heart to pound.

She threw her head back . . flipped her hair
then threw both arms around my neck
pushed hard against me
her tongue probing to find mine.

We stood there for what seemed a lifetime
locked in that passionate embrace
there in the middle of the sidewalk
while the rest of the world seemed to melt away.

Had it only been three weeks since that day
she stopped me on the beach to ask the time
and we wound up spending the afternoon
on the floor of my beach cottage ?

My mind going back to that first night
sitting in the dark - watching
her cameo white skin aglow in the moonlight
auburn hair draped across the pillow.

Young athletic body - curled into an ess
I watched her gently breathing
contented and so peaceful, like
an alabaster statue I had once seen.

And I knew - it could never again be this good
never again like the very first time
you find that special someone that seems
to touch a place no one had ever found before.