I’m holding your pyjama top
Within my firm embrace
And don’t intend to ever stop
Until you take its place.

It’s such a pretty, little vest
That’s coloured powder blue,
And yet the thing I like the best:
It’s redolent of you.

I bet its maker never thought
That, somewhere down the line,
A simple garment could have brought
A pleasure such as mine.

I’m glad you left it on the bed
But wish that you were here, instead.

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