little black dress
she wears
that night
and twirls
around the room
you like
she asks
that twinkle
in her eyes
yes
I say
very much
but more
I like
who wears it
she laughs
and twirls
circles
in the room
circles
in my heart
she twirls
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A delightful, romantic poem. :o)
Thank you, Patricia.
Beautiful.
Thank you.
dizzy with love 🙂
Sometimes it’s like that.
Yes
Rather sensual, like it very much.
Thank you, Anna.
Memories. Some of the best are the best and help make old age a great time. I remember bright red nail polish flashing in the mud as she re-potted my father’s lillies.
That is a lovely image to remember.
Ahh… delightful! Yes, it is the one who wears it, and the ‘way she wears it.’ A little black dress would be quite dull without the woman!! 🙂
I certainly agree with that.