This is a kind of love poem I wrote to the lovely swishy floral latex skirt I bought last year at the Birmingham Bizarre Bazaar from the wonderful mega talented Rebecca of Yummy Gummy Latex to who it is dedicated.
You read me like a book.
A cliché, I know, but true.
Remember the time you whipped
A skirt off the rack, a new design,
Held it up before me, smiling,
Like teasing a puppy with a rubber bone
Or selecting the fly with which
You would reel me in?
There I stood,
Falling in love with the skirt,
Aching to please.
I put it on. The weighty swish
Swelled into waves of desire
For the beauty you had, I hoped,
Designed for me, to make me gorgeous.
I foraged greedily for my purse, like
Paying for the first date with my latex love.
You read me like a book.
I write you as a poem.
