an evening indulgence of bonded senses

 'may i ask a favour please?' he asked a little hesitant,

worried she would misunderstand him and thus ambivalent.

'i love the colour red and red heels just do it for me.

any chance, in that colour, u i could see?'

'my dear darling man,' she responded.

''it be about all the senses tonight , together surrendered yet, bonded.

i think a perfect colour choice, be the colour red...

defining passion and a fiery character, it be said.'

'and thus, like Dorothy, my red "shoes" i shall fit,

though no yellow brick road to follow, before u i shall sit.

their magic shall be revealed as they help me stand tall,

and i shall watch, quite delighted, as your resolve to be good, does fall.'

'we shall dine and a glass of bubbly enjoy,

the red heels will know further their magic to deploy,

for footsie footsie they will know to play,

and in the naughtiness to follow, there will be no delay!'

'so...yes...in red i shall be,

and of course, welcome u to see...

for the night with delicious eats and company shall be rich

and the red heels...?....u and me... they shall... bewitch.'

RB.