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There was no place,
We could just devour each other,
For more then ten minutes!
Dress up, he
Would mutter
Hoarsely.
Throwing my clothes,
My bra,
And panty,
My designer
Lingerie I had,
Worn for this war
To win
Over him.
But it went
Unnoticed
Unappreciated
A forlorn lacy bra
And a matching
Lacy panty
Lying on the floor
Dress up,
Don't linger,
He said sternly,
As I cast a last look
At his aging body
Hurry up,
The maid might
Come in.
Or my wife!
I hurried and
I smiled,
As I thought of
The promotion
He had promised,
And the evening ahead
With my fianc'.
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