Taffeta folds and layers
Fall to the floor
Peppered with shining
Beads of glass
And crystal
Altered and tailored
To hug my curves
Cradle my shape
Perfectly
In that perfection
I feel the ease
Of being yours
Soft
Full
Sexy woman
But also
Just a sweet
Little girl
Playing dress up
Making memories
From hearts and flowers
Spinning
Twirling
The dance floor is
My playground
And I am magical
In your eyes
In my sparkling
Gossamer wings
As you pull me close and
The music
Your arms
The atmosphere
And love
Envelopes me
I feel the breath of life
In the whisper
Of your want
Against my mane
Of full, fiery hair
And the abandon
Of surrender
As you
Tell me your plans
For that dress
It’s your playground
After all
Beneath
My feminine armor
Tell me
What you plan to do
To me
Now that you’ve freed me
By clipping
My wings