BLOG 275: ‘Dressed Down’

Guys, I’m sharing a new poem tonight. This piece is called ‘Dressed Down’. It’s an emotional and personal piece, and so I hope you enjoy it. Let me hear your thoughts in the comments section below!


Dressed Down

I want to see the woman dressed down.
The woman who makes dressing gowns look sexy,
almost better on, than off.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
removing her party wear for slippers,
crap films and Sunday morning kisses,
and everything my heart has been missing.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
when her hair isn’t perfect,
when it’s messy like our minds,
when her eyes, untouched,
have nothing to fear but mine.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
wearing nothing but a smile,
and my hands, wandering miles,
between naked sheets and your
‘I don’t give a fuck’ style.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
with the lights off, dancing to her favourite song,
with a lost sense of right and wrong tonight.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
from curled lashes to ankle tattoos,
birthmarks, wrinkles and scars,
and everything the world never knew.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
because I need to know if it’s love.

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