My Home

I’m taking a journey, searching your room.
There I find high heels arranged in a row.
The pink are for romance,
The blue are to tease.
Green is for envy,
And red is for me.

Then there are perfumes:
Some strong and some sweet.
Who gets the sweet, and who gets the strong?
Today you wear sweet,
Tonight you wear strong.

Now I see dresses, all silky and soft,
They kiss at my face and call in my ear.
The blue one entices; the red one excites,
Red is my pick!
Down it comes tumbling, touching the floor,
A long stretch there, some small circles here.
This is my home; now close the door.

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