My girlfriend always wears different dresses.

Every time I see her, her dresses are the only things that change.

She has a pink lace dress, a pear dress, a chocolate frilled dress, and a black and white striped dress.

Along with these dresses, she wears a fresh white rose on the side of her head; its enticing scent surrounds her body.

The only dress I never see her in is a wedding dress; her body wrapped in snow along with a veil is the one dress I want to see her in, and I might get to see it; one of these days.