...La Verita...

...tidbits, tatters, glitter and debris...

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Cruising through my wardrobe
I spy a red vixen
With a daring split
Exposing a willing thigh
A sultry black sheath
Smoulders in the corner
She’s searching for
Tonight’s Jack Horner
And right next to her
The demure miss white
Who’s put her feet up
And staying in for the night
Electric blue
Knows just what to do
She flirts shamelessly from behind
Who shall I pick?
Who will i take out tonight?
I grab the first thing
And shut the door
I love all my ladies
But one things for sure:
You like my dresses best
When they’re lying on your floor

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