Be grateful to the worm,
Who are such industrious creatures
Spinning their silk
For garments so brief
Enhancing our best features.
Seamstress caressing the fabric
Creating intricate shapes
Emphases well placed
On how to reveal nakedness, in good taste.
It has often been said,
That beauty is to the beholder,
It isn’t what they see
What they fantasize,
Keeps us from looking older,
Although we are beautiful throughout,
Why put all one’s cards on the table,
The best played hands,
Are the points not known,
Then shown, when best able
It doesn’t serve any purpose,
eliminating the challenge of discovery,
we are well aware,
the product of a gold mine,
the pleasure is in its recovery.
Therefore delightful camouflage,
Cover what only you must,
Bring colors and style,
Create an exciting package, elimination, not the lust.
By Dacker Thicke
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great poem Dacker! I love you! Jo ;o)