Blue Silk

It drapes down her body with a touch pf caress,
she's a sight for sore eyes in that blue little dress.
Just right for the fitting, no need to adjust,
as light as a feather, half way up to the bust.

His hands comb the silk in the middle of night,
the color, flawless a magnificent sight.
She's captured its essence, a flower in bloom,
an aura of mystery like scented perfume.

She hums to the tune of a sweet serenade,
as candlelight flickers to music that's made.
The song brings a memory that captures the past,
they'd remembered it well, made damn sure it would last.

In the heat of the moment with it shimmering bright,
that blue little dress really captured his sight.
It had clung to her elegant, lust, lovers delight,
Anniversaries gift somehow got it just right.