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Sisters by Design
GiaB writing prompt #8 A seamstress dreams of the woman who wears her dress.
It hugs and tantalizes, to see it I grow warm inside
It kisses your skin, like sand dunes, lush curves to hide
It has a soft voice, suggesting concealed joyous pleasure
For me it remains one view; to cut, sew, and measure.
Adorning you, the dress screams out for desire and praise
Your presence in possessed hearts, gives all hopes a raise
The dress allows you to relish a subdued power and gracious allure
For me it remains one view; to sweat, sew, and measure.
You stride across a catwalk with a ballerina’s grace
Men stop and stare, lust and wonder drools from their face
To hold you, touch the silken curves within, is a teasing treasure
For me it remains one view; to labor, submit, and measure.
On you the colors are vibrant and give beauty a voice to sing
I behold the fabric’s silhouette, it captivates and is inspiring
The crowds adore your grace, an ethereal vision, so vivid and pure