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Wedding Dress
Michael Waters
That Halloween I wore your wedding dress,
our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days.
I’d razored taut calves smooth, teased each blown tress,
then—lipsticked, mascaraed, & self-amazed—
shimmied like a starlet on the dance floor.
I’d never felt so sensual before—
Catholic schoolgirl & neighborhood whore.
In bed, dolled up, undone, we fantasized:
we clutched & fused, torn twins who’d been denied.
You were my shy groom. Love, I was your bride.
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You can read this and more of Mr. Waters’ poetry in his book of poems, Darling Vulgarity
Angela, leave it to you.
You put these little chocolates on the pillow for us fans. Thanks sweetie.
Well done! This is not just sexy and sweetly romantic; it is also a very well-crafted poem. More from him, please, Mistress!
I like this poem! He isn’t really a cross-dresser but, sharing this dress-up experience with his wife, he gets a real kick out of it. Sounds like fun! How do you look in a business suit, Teach?