Dirty secrets hidden at the back
Where thigh tingling hems skimmed brown flesh
And sensual hands shifted silk over head
A red dress crumpled on a bed
Sensible knee length neighbours
Await open doors to the usual places
Jilted red dress remains in the dark
Hoping for some reignited spark
Escapes the inner confinements
Clinging to an old friendโs skin
Alluring scents of way back then
And the butterflies dance again
I love this. I’m almost left with the impression that the dress is responsible for its owner’s shenanigans.
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Thanks. Some clothes do that to you, although none of my sexy little red numbers fit me any more ๐ฆ
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Does that mean you have to behave yourself for the rest of your life – and that I can blame all my past indiscretions on the clothes I was wearing… ๐
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No I’ve just got larger black ones and it’s good to misbehave a little ๐
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I’m pleased to learn you haven’t forgotten how to misbehave in style. The nearest I come to misbehaving is to buy chocolate cheesecake once in a while. I can’t put the blame on my jeans – they try to discourage me by refusing to expand with my waistline ๐
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I wonder just how many of us have one of those vintage pieces of clothes in our wardrobe that we can’t bear to part with… ๐
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Mine’s a pair of blue, bell-bottomed pants with slits at the side and gold buttons on the flaps. ๐ I was enamored with the Navy in those days.
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They sound cool. Hold on to them, you never know ๐
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wonderful, especially the ending ๐
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Cool!
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Thank you ๐
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