My new dress?

The inevitable dress...............
With winter came the fabric,
Of fine wrinkles and delicate lines, woven together,
Laced with the glow of maturity and grace- and the warm winter fabric enveloped me.
I saw them come,
And in my mind, in anticipation, I saw them retracing with the onslaught of high summer,
When I have seen my body shine with the sweat of toil....
Smooth, wet arms and hot shining cheeks have often embarrassed me
To know what people think ........their minds wander.
But these wrinkles, the couture of the worldly wise,
They mitigate the voyeuristic thoughts that shining cheeks may prompt
And give existence a whole new meaning.
So then, I wait, still for summer to come and drive them away,
The wrinkles I mean;
And once more give me the thrill of shining cheeks and lustily wet arms.
Some stay with me- perhaps they are in love with me already;
Some try to hide, while some actually disappear until the next winter
But I do not miss them..... i wish them far away, never to return.
But they come, and each time, they love me more
Till they take me over, engulf me with open arms
And become mine forever.