My trousseau consists of a few precious articles of nightgowns, panties, tops, stockings, all kinds of treats
waiting to be opened up

All made up of ribbons and lace
silk, satin, soft cotton
all soft and silky to the touch
Smelling lightly of vanilla

I have carefully gathered them up
stored them in tissue paper
washed, hung out to dry
Knowing of them doesn't want to make me cry

Delicate to the touch
am I asking too much?
Waiting here for the one
to enjoy them and stroke them
and find me within?

My 99 cent trousseau
it's priceless to me
laying there virginally
waiting to be set free

Amazing isn't it?
Can't you see?
The symbolism of once worn items
the once worn me
cleaned up
saved up
stored up
waiting for a new owner

A kinder, gentler owner
who will treat me so fine
and not care for a stain or two
because he sees me
not you

99 cents from the Goodwill
selected carefully
washed delicately
dried gently
folded them just so
laying them in white tissue paper
all crinkly and new

Waiting for you
to begin again
with the one who is pure again
and all white, pink and new
Waiting for you
and your tenderest touch
Is it really asking too much?