i
playfully asked what are you wearing
but
before you could answer
i
picture you
prancing around
pretending to be as perfect as a pin up
better then any beauty of the week or
sexy centerfold
i was seduced by
you
images of you lingered on my mind
and i kept remembering
the first day i was captured by your smile
seduced by something other than just your sexiness
i
carefully crafted words to keep you coming close to me
making sure you heard my heart scream
so i
playfully asked
what are you wearing
and before you said a word
i
pictured you
standing in the mirror
contemplating complaining about what seems so perfect to me
you dont like your hair
or something about your size
you dont like your curve of your hips
you dont like your thighs
you dont like waist or the nape of your neck
and what you dont like
drives me
wild
im seduced by your hair just as it is
i love everything about your size
i am drawn to the curve of your hips
and my hands seem stuck to your thighs
i cant help but caress your waist and would love to kiss the nape of your neck
so
when i ask
what are you wearing
even before you say a word
i
picture
pretty panties place neatly in their place
pumps put up in your closets
perfume never pressed out of the bottle
and pearls draped back in the box
i
picture
you
perfect without pretense
seductive without showing off
beautiful for the sake of being beautiful
(quiet da artist/copywrite 2009)
