Red Satin Dress
Red Satin Dress
Sparingly cut
Hem at mid thigh
Sleeves fall
Hypontisingly
To the shoulders
Slit at the side
Teasingly
Beauty
In the dress
A sight to behold
In the mirror
So fierce
So feisty
Eye lit with fire
Kindly
She talks
Manipulative
She thinks
What dress?
What dress?
Am I talking about?
No dress at all
No dress.
Why ask
Why talk
This beauty by my side.
YOU ARE READING
Short stories
Randomwhen i realised that using notes app doesnt automatically save it to your phone, i decided to write them here. i still lost alot of good plots, characters and stories. RIP.
