Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content. My wife entered the changing booth at M&S To try on a black body hugging dress She did a twirl and a sexy swish Then asked the mirror "Does my bum look big in this?"   The mirror silently but firmly held its gaze Admiring her curves from so many ways Then suddenly the dress slithered to the floor MORE, young lady I want to see more!"   Bawdy thoughts made her act like a harlot Off came her underwear to reveal the lot "Feast your reflection, steamy mirror on the wall I grant your wish and look, I bare all!"       Writing Prompt Write a poem concerning you, or someone, and a mirror. Make it humerous or serious; make it structured or free verse, but keep it brief. Use the mirror as a metaphor in anyway you desire. Author Notes I wish to make it clear that this did not happen at all (well I do not think so)

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