I’ve got a new lover in my life.
She’s a dress. But, not just any old dress. Long and flowing, she wraps herself around me, gently; like a temperate pool’s caress on the booty of a skinny dipper.
Whenever I wear her, I feel fresh and full of life. Her effects, at times, transcend me to places of an almost spiritual nature. I honestly don’t think anything could be more feminine and uplifting than she.
Heavenly. She is so damn heavenly. And I feel grateful to have discovered her on a lonely sales rack last month.
Her under layer, the finest of jersey. Her outer, a raw silk that bellows when I walk.
My girlfriends see her beauty and have caressed her, enviously. But my husband, on the other hand, doesn’t get it. He just doesn’t appreciate her…
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If you’ve chuckled a bit, you may also enjoy reading about last year’s sweatpants love affair. (A tale of too much too soon.) Click here.