You have unique sense of style. You are aware of what looks good on you, which, to be honest, is a lot. You’re blessed with height, long legs, wide shoulders, so clothes hang on you the right way. That doesn’t mean that everything works, but you can tell what does. French cut shirts, straight leg jeans that hug your legs and cup your arse. Tshirts that are just that little bit snug so they’re not shapeless.
I love you in a suit and tie, all clean and classic. Or in jeans and cowboy boots, with a checked shirt. Skinny ties, epilates, cufflinks with questionable designs and if we’re wanting to push it up a level, there’s pvc and rubber.
I miss getting dressed up for you. Turning myself into a tart and exposing more flesh than necessary to hang off your arm like candy. With your confidence behind me I’ve gone out in public wearing far less that I would normally be comfortable with, feeling like I’m gonna turn heads in a good way.
All clothing options aside, I’ll take you as you are. Just you and I bare skinned. Preferably in a bed.
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