A tiny black dress
Hands that put me under a spell
Simple movements made to caress
The music makes us press
to one another. So lets not dwell
on a tiny black dress
The temptation makes me say yes
We both know it won't end well
With simple movements made to caress
My thoughts became a mess
I know that everything fell
Even the tiny black dress
The daze became less
All that is left is your smell
And the simple movements made to caress
Trust me I won't confess
Or speak or tell
Of the tiny black dress
Or the simple movements made to caress
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
A tiny black dress
Hands that put me under a spell
Simple movements made to caress
The music makes us press
to one another. So lets not dwell
on a tiny black dress
The temptation makes me say yes
We both know it won't end well
With simple movements made to caress
My thoughts became a mess
I know that everything fell
Even the tiny black dress
The daze became less
All that is left is your smell
And the simple movements made to caress
Trust me I won't confess
Or speak or tell
Of the tiny black dress
Or the simple movements made to caress