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| It's the gift wrap on the present, the garnish on the plate, It's the exotic spice for the sweet vice you love to contemplate. It's the bottle that contains the wine, the veil that hides the face; It's the fog that shrouds the valley in a mist of sheerest lace. It's the pleasure in the morning that you savor in the night; It's those slinky satin secrets you keep hidden for delight. It's the subtle flash of stocking top held tight by garter strap; It's the slender strip of silk charmeuse That baits the tender trap. It's a way to tempt your lover when you don't know what to say, It's all this whispered in one word; that word is...lingerie. French Dressing by Charles M Green |
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