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UNDERWEAR

Of all the undies that i like, The best would be of lace and white, But then again, there's so so much, There's even knickers with no crotch!?, Those little bras for beginner boobs, Or leather gear, for naughty moods, And not forgetting Bridget Jones, Come on girls, we've all got those ones. Those yummy corsets suck us in, We'll shake our hips and bear a grin, To tantalise and tease men so, Our boobs with tassels on, so guys can, ahem, grow. Those fishnet stockings cost a bomb, But ladies, that's why we put them on, We feel so sexy, and so do they, So that's why we get them to pay. Silk and satin, black or red, Or going commando instead, What then girls, do we love these things for, Because they'll only be scattered on our bedroom floor?...
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eileen-mcgreevy
Irish
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Apr 9, 2010
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