Oleg Yerov

Rookie (12-05-89)

Blue Dress

She reveals it all to my awakened senses.
Strapless, somehow holding steady as if glued to her soul,
it cuts slightly above the knee.

Every movement effortless,
creating waves of her beauty crashing into my heart.
For a woman can hide nothing clothed in a dress.

My eyes follow each delicate white flower,

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