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The Lady In Red ( song lyrics ) … Chris De Burgh

The Lady In Red ( song lyrics ) ... Chris De Burgh

I’ve never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight.
I’ve never seen you shine so bright.

I’ve never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance.
They’re looking for a little romance if given half a chance.

I have never seen that dress you’re wearing or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes.
I have been blind.

The lady in red is dancing with me; cheek to cheek.
There’s nobody here. It’s just you and me. It’s where I wanna be.
But I hardly know this beauty by my side.
I’ll never forget the way you looked tonight.

I’ve never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight.
I’ve never seen you shine so bright. You were amazing.

I’ve never seen so many people want to be there by your side.
And when you turned to me and smiled, it took my breath away.

I have never had such a feeling, such a feeling of complete and utter love, as I do tonight.

The lady in red is dancing with me; cheek to cheek.
There’s nobody here. It’s just you and me. It’s where I wanna be.
But I hardly know this beauty by my side.
I’ll never forget the way you look tonight.

I never will forget the way you looked tonight.

1986

a dream I had about a video I shot in a high school science lab

“I don’t remember having so many bad girls in that class,” I said, perhaps worded in a slightly different way. “Having so many bad girls” might’ve been “so many bad girls being” and “bad” might’ve been “fine”, but the gist was the same as I watched, apparently on my phone, a video I’d shot back in high school.

Randy was watching it too. He laughed when I said what I said. “I swear I don’t remember so many fine girls being in that class,” I repeated, which made him laugh again. The video was a short clip from what looked like one of the real-life high school science labs I attended and flirted with girls in.

This class was almost all girls though and it seemed they were all looking at the camera; some smiling, some stone-faced, some posing, some withdrawn, some standing, some sitting; as I panned across the tables. It also seemed they were all cute and light-skinned; Hispanic and mulatto mixes; no darkies.

Even the one guy I remember seeing in the video was light-skinned. “That was my boy right there,” I said to Randy as the camera passed over him. I actually recognized him too, unlike the girls, as if we really went to high school together. It wasn’t until I awoke that I realized they were all dream-worlders.

2022 [ March 16 ]

a dream I had about fucking a girl from behind

I don’t know who she was; it was a brown-skinned black (African-American) girl with a fat ass; but I was fucking the shit out of her. Literally perhaps. We were certainly having sex; her facedown on the bed with me atop, dick-thrusting from behind. Whether or not it was her pussy or anus is the question, but she seemed to enjoy it.

I certainly was, despite the fact that being on top isn’t one of my favorite positions; I generally prefer the girl to be in control while I play the passive role; despite the fact that she exaggerated her moans, which is usually a major turn-off for me, and despite the fact that another girl, possibly two other girls, were right there in the room with us.

That last bit didn’t cause the performance anxiety it probably would’ve in real life because she wasn’t, or they weren’t; I’ll just stuck to “they” for narrative simplicity; really paying attention to us. If they were, they were pretending not to as they sat beside the bed; one girl close enough to lean over and kiss us if she wanted to; watching TV.

My girl didn’t seem to care as she continued to moan in, or graciously pretending to be in, a state of sensual bliss. I didn’t care neither as it seemed the other girls were friends of us both. If they were just friends of hers, I was acquainted enough not to be bothered by their presence as I continued to pound her squashy ass cheeks with my hips.

I was quite the performer, I must say. I humped her with the rhythm and intensity of a porn star. I wasn’t even concerned about busting (cumming) too soon, which, if nothing else, should’ve let me know damn well it was a dream. If it included the sounds of butt clapping and bed creaking, it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the talking.

I didn’t say a word, but it seemed the girls occasionally conversated with each other as if there weren’t two people in the room fucking. That was all the better for me because it kept the attention off of me; again no performance anxiety; as I did my thing. Would it be too much information to mention the fact that I woke up with a boner?

2022 March 13