His job it was; he attended them, every day,
As they'd try the various accessories, and attires,
Sweat would trickle slowly, down his forehead,
Also, nabbed by a feeling of envy; not rare.
When they’d try the colourful lipsticks,
He too would bite his lips and pout,
As they’d rush to trial-room, to try the bustier,
He too would feel the flush of desire.
Was it money or lust, he was after,
Nah, he loved pink,
to be girly himself, was all that mattered.
This post is for Magpie Tales 251
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