Poetry Writing

red dress

I wore my new red dress that night.

I had hearts in my tights that were

imprinted on my legs til morning.
It was the fifth time
seeing you.
I fell in love
time two.
I needed you
time five.
You wore the outfit of
our first date.
You wore it often,
it becoming synonymous
with that snowy chill,
the freezing November air that
held us captive in your headlights.
Tonight you held me captive
in your eyes.
We gingerly skated toward
the hot tub,
the most you had seen of my curves
thus far.
We stayed in til our
heads were buzzing
and our noses were red.
You held my hand as we
walked back into the warm
glowing house.
I slipped my red dress back on,
My body still damp from the tub.
The dress with the open back,
where you kept your hand all night.
The tights with hearts
pouring down my legs.

9 Comments

  • Midnight Rambler

    Such a gorgeous description..

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  • JaneA

    Lovely. It's a poem. Gorgeous. X Jane http://janeheinrichs.blogspot.com

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  • Shelby

    Love love LOVE!!!

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  • Nataly

    Emma, I KNOW I've said this before. But you're SO TALENTED AHHH!!! I loved this so so so much!!! You're magnificent.

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  • Maddy

    When I die, will you write my obituary? It'll make me seem fantastic.:)

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  • Just Dont Tell Anyone

    wow! this is so wow! well done you, talented girl! 🙂
    sounds so romantic, so intimate! loving it! :))

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  • Tucker

    There is a lot of good imagery in this poem, lots of explicit description, which is good. Using the word "buzzing" to describe the feeling of being in a hot tub is very appropriate and recognizable. I think my favorite image is the hearts "pouring" down your tights. Excellent.

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  • Emma Jane

    Hey thanks, love! You are too kind. I'm glad people are liking this poem 🙂 It's my personal favorite.

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  • Elizabeth Hovley

    Beautiful, Emma. 🙂

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