My handsome beauty queen

I smoke in bed

while he tries on my dress

"just for fun" he says.

But there's a certain hint

of genuine dilemma

when it comes to choosing

shoes that match,

and he's just a little

too graceful

when walking in my heels.

And although I'm used to

his post-coital

dress-up routine,

I can't help but wonder

if he knows.

When he kisses me

(hestitant, as always)

I taste my own lipstick on him.

A flash of unrealised disappointment

across his face

before he goes to try on my underwear.

"I guess not", I think

and I light another cigarette.

-fine-

More of a stream of consciousness than a poem but anyway. Reviews, comments, all welcome.

Love R x x x