When I am at the beauty salon
I think of you, call you and ask you -
dear love, what style of hair on me you like
what color on my nails you like
what sort of kohl on my lashes you like
what lipstick shade on my lips you like
When I am done there
I go shopping for my dresses
and wonder if he would like
me in the blue or green bikini
high heeled shoes or plain sandals
short skirts, pant suits or leotards
and what style of bras will turn him on
black low cut see-through bras or strapless bras
or no bras hugging my two loving doves
I wonder many other things about him
they are all private for him and me
but if you've ever adored your lover
you will know what I really mean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem