Black on black with lovely straps
high and low to draw the eye
it’s demur at the same time
this lovely garment I’d like to wear

my true focus is the glam
an attitude sewn with thread
hither-come with true sass
celebrating what I could have

discretion found in fabric’s fold
it’s intent and not the flash
I feel the beauty meant to be
waiting for my measurements

from the dross of weaver’s hand
dyed to match midnight's hue
the creation is at last worn
exclaiming triumph on my frame

now the style is shown to all
an easy glance reveals my soul
black on black with lovely straps
I’ll take this form of elegance.

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