little black dress

 

The little black dress rests on the bed,

Too revealing for the world ahead.
I searched for it, hoping you’d see,
The one to share with me, wild and free.

Did you feel silk against your skin?
My femininity shone from within.
I wore it, hoping you’d see me bright,
The most beautiful creature in your sight.

Now the dress lingers with your scent,
Masculine, woody, like the night we spent.
Tell me, my love, how to keep,
This scent forever, when memories sleep?

In that dress, you called me divine,
Maybe you lied, but it felt so fine.
The dress saw our bodies entwine,
Now abandoned, a memory’s sign.

It remembers us better than we do,
Your hands on the strings, desire true.
I didn’t notice the nerves inside,
As you pulled me close, love as our guide.

With one swift motion, the dress fell,
You kissed my scar, the one I’d quell.
Lost in passion, you didn’t see,
The tear tracing down, my silent plea.

Our reflection still dances in my mind,
Was it real, or just a dream we find?
I heard the waves crash like my heart,
Wanting you to feel every part.

That dress held my truth so clear,
The first time I felt I was near.
Lying there, on your shoulder, I knew,
It was the first time I felt true.