Another BigCloset TopShelf poem.
As he zipped up the corset and adjusted his stockings
He looked in the mirror
Was he truly the princess upon whom he gazed
Or a boy trying to be what he was not
As he applied the makeup
His looks began to change
No longer did he have a boyish face
But that of young girl revealing herself
Was this an image of reality
Or just a wish for it to be
As he fixed and styled his long fine hair
Combing out his wispy bangs
No longer looking like a girl but a beautiful women
Without so much as a doubt
To put the final touch on the masterpiece
She slips on a long slinky dress
With shoes to match and jewelry too
Can we doubt she is a woman true
And quite a turn on too.
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Poetry is so personal. Poems that matter contain finely chopped pieces of the poet's heart mixed with chili peppers and sweet fennel.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.