An Insight
He dressed up in silk stockings,
stilettos and black bra
then did a little prance,
a dance, a wiggle!
He liked to make love in her clothes
and though it was 'a lark',
truth was, she thought him soft,
but had a giggle.
D'you know to add some fun
she wore his dicky bow,
at which his laughing stopped __
well men are fickle.
poem by Ruth Walters
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