this dress is weighty and heavy
purple seemed to bring out my eyes,you said, continuously with interest
fading ever so quickly, i go alone
into my dressing room, i feel self-conscience
about my form, the thigh highs and the garters
on felt as if i was wearing an armor suit
as opposed to meaning to appear sexy
to you, i feel the slip in my dress's strap,but i let it fall, unwavered and nude; open aired
your eyes scan my body and stop at my face
basking in nothing else but my eyes
less at the garments pressed on my body
YOU ARE READING
homeward bound
Poetryonly here because sarah thinks its cute. 100 days of happiness and love poems edit: i didn't make it lol