Weekend date

What shall I pack
A red bra with silver straps
Some underwear and knee-high socks
Perhaps a ribbon that could tie my locks
Skintight pants, and see through blouse
I wear when leaving the house
Pens for eyes smokey and sparkling
That impossibly slinky black thing
The very revealing black and silver contour
I move across the dance floor like a lure
Boots heeled high of course
A sound to give desire force
Femme fatal naughty lips
Bright red nail tips
Making me an alluring sight
Until you get me naked in the moonlight

© RedCat