Red Dress Blue Suit, by Skipper Winder

Red Dress Blue Suit

It was mine to take off
She asked me if I minded if she smoked a joint first
I went along
The Red Dress condensed down to hold in my hands
Later, during the Big O, she opened the window to scream and shout
Oh...Stanley...Oh my god...Oh...Stanley...Oh my god
God, repeating that still does things to me
I asked if she knew listening to my poetry would make me a better lover
She went along
We were good lovers in that way

Her in her Red Dress
And, me in my Blue Suit.