There is something so sensual about dressing the other,
the final zip of a dress, the tying of the cravat. I think it is about the close proximity as much as it is about the intimacy of the act itself.
In that moment, you take on the knowing of what it would be like to see the curves that bare the weight of those clothes, or to perhaps kiss that mouth or caress that neck where the collar meets the tie; lips sinking into flesh.
Seduction in reverse; poem of the flesh. -tM