1970's Vintage

 

“Faux fur”- well that doesn’t count!

“Darling, you know nothing of luxury,”

 

Soft and heavy, encapsulated within.

I wear my cloak of armour

To ward off all that casts fear

 

In this coat of mine- I maybe

Whoever I should desire to be

 

I feel queen like, almost famous

The silk lining cascading my curves

Emphasizing my womanly virtues

 

All the while, exaggerating, epitomizing elucidating 

The lady beneath the sheath

 

“…let me sample this so called lustrous treat!”

“ Well I couldn’t possibly- you’ve offended her now,”