a gift telling

How telling a gift from another can be. How telling it be of how they may observe one...when a gift fine, cloth silken and bright and intricately woven. When birds of paradise does the cloth enrich. When its softness drapes so naturally. When it smooths and caresses the skin....when one looks at oneself and one feels just as delicate and rich as the cloth itself.



How readily and easily one melts into the cloth...feeling seductively sensual ... thoughts pulling at the strings of one's femininity making ones skin tingle, one's breath short, one's mouth lustful, one's eyes hungry...
when a gift such, simply says, one can only be but of fine cloth too and worth the thousand of threads that make that garment...RB.