Shopping for you my beloved,
The ladies' dress in all these aisles,
And not a man around me like me a bit,
browsing every piece of cloth on this line!
To choose your prettiest outfit,
I struggle with the list of color and size,
That you generously shared with other secrets.
When you are not with me this day,
And my body ever used to manly likes,
How can I teach it to feel like you feel,
When wearing any cloth of your choice?
In a trance of beauty fits,
Let me melt in your flesh to feel it soft,
That I may choose every little dress,
That appeal to my craving eyes,
But more so to your gentle skin and taste.
If I learn to do this 'Yoga' of shopping,
When I do get anything;
Your wardrobe or a tasty food,
I get in abundance your blessings,
With a smile of joy untiring!
The ladies' dress in all these aisles,
And not a man around me like me a bit,
browsing every piece of cloth on this line!
To choose your prettiest outfit,
I struggle with the list of color and size,
That you generously shared with other secrets.
When you are not with me this day,
And my body ever used to manly likes,
How can I teach it to feel like you feel,
When wearing any cloth of your choice?
In a trance of beauty fits,
Let me melt in your flesh to feel it soft,
That I may choose every little dress,
That appeal to my craving eyes,
But more so to your gentle skin and taste.
If I learn to do this 'Yoga' of shopping,
When I do get anything;
Your wardrobe or a tasty food,
I get in abundance your blessings,
With a smile of joy untiring!
No comments:
Post a Comment