Oh, No! the Devil didn’t wear Prada

Oh, No!

the Devil didn’t wear Prada.

She simply

Wore red dress,

igniting your desire

to caress her neck

slowly

and further down

her back,

and keep

asking for more,

keep coming back,

falling head over heels,

not yours but hers --

all seven riches of hers.

. . .

How dare she put that spell on you,

to drive you that crazy,

to make you feel as it is never enough?

If she were a work of art,

you would have reached your hand out to her waist

and undo the tiny buttons of her dress,

one by one.

You would have undressed her with care and undivided attention,

as if you were a sculptor working on a masterpiece.

. . .

In the end, she has left you nothing but a crimson beam of memory.

Dissolving in the air as if she was never there,

she vanished in a flicker of the morning light.

-- Irina Patterson, December 10, 2021

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Thank you, you can find more of my writing here. Love, Irina