Little Black Dress

by Sabree   Feb 28, 2007


The straps hang loosely
the favric is ever so tight
move in the music
get lost in your soul
the dress clings to you
as you dance long
into the night
the straps hang loosely
the fabric is ever so tight
your in a coccoon of delight
losing yourself in teh
music
you will never forget
this night.

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