I'm nervous on the sidewalk, <br />pacing back and forth <br />in my ruby red stilletos. <br /> <br />(I hope I look beautiful.) <br /> <br />I'm waiting under a full moon, <br />in front of your apartment, <br />eyes on my red-strapped watch. <br /> <br />(You're taking your time, beautiful.) <br /> <br />I'm growing impatient now; <br />and I look like a streetwalker <br />in my siren red strapless. <br /> <br />(The men say, 'Hello, Beautiful.') <br /> <br />I see you parking now, late as ever. <br />You're on the driver's side <br />of a blood-red Ferrari. <br /> <br />(I always thought that car was beautiful.) <br /> <br />You're stepping out of the car, <br />And walking to the other side <br />To hold open the red door. <br /> <br />(A gentleman...how beautiful.) <br /> <br />A woman steps out of the car: <br />A vixen if I ever saw one, <br />White smile parting shiny red lips. <br /> <br />(Now I don't feel so beautiful.) <br /> <br />You walk to your apartment door, <br />your hands, your lips all over her... <br />At last, you're caught red handed. <br /> <br />(You'd told ME I was beautiful...) <br /> <br />If this is how you treat the comely, <br />I'd rather be the repulsive Medusa <br />and stone you for your red deception.<br /><br />Ebone' Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sultry-red-beauty/
