The little black dress,strapless fitted on her body as if it was her lover not me..
And I looked at it gritting my teeth,in anger..
Her choices,I am familiar by now..
She likes to play safe,with designs..
At times playful,at time sweet,the versatile actress of my dreams..
As she came out of the trial room,the blue curtain moved,and the casual t shirt was back..
I still looked at the bag in hands in daze..
As she hung the little strapless dress,on the hanger,before walking inside the shower..
You better behave well,I wishpered to the little strapless dress,and remember to keep her safe,from all bad eyes..
The dress moved a little as if it understood my warning..
And better not touch her too much,I donot like it,when anyone touches her..
I wishpered as the door opened and she stood,looking at me as if she knew,what just happened between me,
And her little strapless dress..
The beauty was ready to slay,and her bodyguard was ready to be slayed..
In that little strapless dress..
