You could never resist me,

especially,

in my little black dress.

I knew it,

every time I slipped it on in front of the mirror.

Do you remember that morning?

I had just put it on,

and was still twirling in my reflection when you walked in,

and took my hand to balance me as I spun on my toes?

You guided me into your arms, tossed my hair back,

kissed me, and made love to me?

If I close my eyes,

I can almost feel,

your hands with a barrier of black silk and lace.

I’ll do what I have to,

to move on,

but no one else,

will ever touch me in that dress.