CONTRIBUTIONS

Crossdresser's Lament - Copyright © 2009, Kaitlyn Teague

I can apply antique ivory foundation to my antique face.

I can apply lipstick to my lips, making them as red as yours,

Blush to my cheeks for your kind of glow,

Shadow, Liner, and Mascara to my eyes to capture your intense gaze.

I can pluck the hairs from my brows for that perfect arch,

Hang earrings from my plucked ears,
Powder my plucked nose,and
Hang a wig of wavy long hair over my balding head.

I can raise the pitch of my voice a notch, and add your lilt to the sound of my voice.

I can make my skin smooth and creamy and hairless like yours is always.

I can steal a few touches of your heavenly scent.

I can turn myself on sliding into the silky clothes that you wear,
and elevating myself in high-heel pumps.

I can fantasize that I am you with me making love to you.

I can fantasize that I am as beautiful as you are.

I can pleasure myself with these deceptive illusions.

But I'd rather it was your face,
Your red lips,
Your glowing cheeks,
Your intense gaze and perfect arches,
Your jeweled ears,
Your sweet little nose,
And your black hair with no sign of gray.

I wish it were your lilting voice whispering musical love sounds.

I wish it were your incredibly creamy skin gliding out of your silky clothes 
and landing on the floor covering your high-heels.

I wish it was your scent I was savoring in mounting bliss.

I wish it were me making love to you with your body ebbing and flowing with mine,

A real relationship instead of this loneliness.