Wednesday, 27 April 2016


That gorgeous dress? The one you
fell in love with through the
closed shop window, couldn’t get
back to for days, amazed it was
still there and it fitted you like a
long, slinky glove but cost
half a month’s salary and a
bad case of conscience? Well it’s
even more gorgeous as it
pools around your high heels,
kicked away into some corner,
forgotten for the next few
unforgettable hours.

(Image used by kind permission of to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

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