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Bespoken
She always fit like a tailored suit
whenever amour became acute,
enough to try her on
from afternoon till dawn...
as her custom trim bore heaven fruit.
whenever amour became acute,
enough to try her on
from afternoon till dawn...
as her custom trim bore heaven fruit.
Published 30th Nov 2024
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30th Nov 2024 3:32pm
I am such a sucker for you and Paul's wife poetry!
I have never been able to write a limerick!
I have never been able to write a limerick!
30th Nov 2024 4:14pm
7th Dec 2024 5:36pm
As I've gotten older and learned more about suits, fits, and all the jargon, bespoken was one of the ones I learned earlier this year.
Excellent work MS
Excellent work MS
7th Dec 2024 5:43pm
Haha!
If we win the lottery I'm heading straight to the Men's Warehouse!
I guarantee it 😊
If we win the lottery I'm heading straight to the Men's Warehouse!
I guarantee it 😊
