Summer Dress

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

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.

.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Vladimir Volegov

Written six years ago – but it is a time for dresses – and removing them

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