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When She Wears Red

When She Wears Red

When she wears red, her beauty opens my nose
lifts me off my feet and weakens my toes
her beauty is like a rose, planted in her grandmother's garden
she's a rocket that gets me harden

When she wears red, she's medicine that 
cures blindness with elegant beauty and curves
her hour glass shape figure is seen not heard
dress to kill of a mockingbird

When she wears red, she's hot as the devil
but had the soul to praise God on a spiritual level
a confident woman with no shame in her flaws
as she walks by, she leaves me on pause

When she wears red, all I see is physical attraction
but her mentality is the real attraction
seeing her wear red just ruins my head
I love it when she wears red
 

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Christopher Correia

your wordplay shines delightfully, enjoyed, love the pull quoted lines below, wow, your lyrics hum, cheers poet

'a confident woman with no shame in her flaws
as she walks by, she leaves me on pause'

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pauline codd

if only I could wear red, I just look like Santa..xx lovely poem..vibrantly evocotively blushingly scarlet...

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