I see you
in a summer dress.
Thin straps on elegant shoulders.
Your breasts captured sweetly.
The curve of your hips caressed.
Your arms and legs beautifully bare.
The hem high on your thighs.
Your hair is caught and stroked by the soft, warm breeze.
Your skin is kissed by the friendly sun.
Your gorgeous eyes are shining.
Your smile is heavenly.
Yet you are shy
as the dress falls
like a cotton sea
at your feet.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Vladimir Volegov
Written six years ago – but it is a time for dresses – and removing them