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Love-soft against the skin
At the present time of writing, I feel I must confess, of all the Things I love you in, I love you in That dress. Though not especially Low-cut and not especially tight, It's the sort of dress you sometimes Find, that's just especially right.
Your shoes are just too thrilling, Neither too high nor too low, they Suit your legs ideally, with a Fashionable peep-toe. A two-tone Joy in leather, a marriage white And blue, I've seen them on a film Star, but I love them more on you.
Your coat is just to die for, a little Hourglass at the waist, it emphasises Where it should, in a way that Understates. The finest fabric ever, Neither too course nor too thin, so Very much like you my dear, love-soft Against the skin.
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