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| Music Now Playing: Blue Rain |
| The Blue Dress |
| by Myself |
| The woman I adore is wondrous to me, For her style will always impress. Elaine has poise and good taste, With warmth in her smile, And also a special blue dress. It flows over her like the clearest of oceans, Allowing my desires to call. Elaine whispers to me, "I love you, my darling", As I come to her waterfall. The dress follows her curves all over, At times like a secondary skin. Elaine wears it for me, On the nights of our passion, Just when it will start to begin. The buttons release, the zip lowers down, The blue skin falls to the ground. Elaine's flesh presses to me, As I kiss her tender soft skin, For true love has surely been found. I make love to Elaine for hours, On the floor is a certain blue dress. I stroke her dark hair, And kiss her ruby red lips, The woman I adore and caress. "The blue dress is delight beyond question." I say as I lie by her side. "But the treasure to me, Is not that, my sweet love, But the woman who wears it inside." |
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| Copyright @ December 2002 Graham S |
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