Love-soft against the skin
At the present time of writing,
I feel I must confess, of all the
Things I love you in, I love you in
That dress. Though not especially
Low-cut and not especially tight,
It's the sort of dress you sometimes
Find, that's just especially right.
Your shoes are just too thrilling,
Neither too high nor too low, they
Suit your legs ideally, with a
Fashionable peep-toe. A two-tone
Joy in leather, a marriage white
And blue, I've seen them on a film
Star, but I love them more on you.
Your coat is just to die for, a little
Hourglass at the waist, it emphasises
Where it should, in a way that
Understates. The finest fabric ever,
Neither too course nor too thin, so
Very much like you my dear, love-soft
Against the skin.
© Joseph G Dawson
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