That dress,
the one you wear when you
wish to expose your breasts,
the one that is so feminine,
with the loose lace bodice
that you pull down under your bosoms
when you wish to expose them.
That dress,
so frilly and showy
is proud to display
your pendulous beauty,
to feel your milky bosoms
spilling over the top,
hanging soft and free.
That dress
likes to see you play and tease.
It drops to the floor smiling,
encircling your feet,
leaving you standing naked and exposed,
happy to step aside
and let your passion be appeased.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/10/2010.
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