She hates the long white gown,
That one that so inhibits her movements
Oh, how I beg to differ!
As I gaze at that thin white fabric,
Follow it with my eyes
To where it stretches over her round breasts
Then hangs loosely
From them, all the way down to her ankles.

As she approaches me,
My heart skips a beat, my eyes never blink
I forget about her face
And stare fixedly at that heavenly chest
Which comes closer,
Slightly bouncing with each silent step.
Until she stops,
Her face mere inches from my own

Then she says,
"C'mon. Stop starin' already!"