I shower with your raspberry body-wash.
Salve my skin with that fruity oil.
To be soft for your gentle touch.
I open my drawer and pull them out.
Piece of black lace, little bow-tie on the front.
I slip them on. They hug me tightly, nicely.
Black, lacy, thigh high pantyhose.
I clip them on along with the black suspenders with bows.
I look at my closet. Full of dark clothes.
I choose the one you like the most.
Black, skinny, silky shiny slacks.
Black, thin turtleneck Asian style.
Long coal coat and studded shoes.
For the veritable holes in my flesh.
I put my golden, circular earrings on.
Straighten my hair, comb through it.
Make it perfect, make it nice.
Spray on it, make it last.
One Million, Paco Rabanne.
Let it fall on me.
Put on that light shade lipstick you don't know about.
I know you love me like I am.
But I just wanna look good for you.
Wanna have you be proud of me.
Wanna make them envy of being yours.
Yours...
All for you.
When I walk down the streets.
People watch me.
Watch me go to you.
Watch you hold me.
Watch me be yours.
Your lips pressing on mine.
Your arms wrapping me in you.
Your breath on my skin.
Your touches and words just for me.
"Honey, you look good."
But baby,
I know.