My black dress
My black dress on my wedding night,
A strong thing to hold me tight..
My black dress on my mind,
She is 'O' so kind..
She fits me perfectly
in times of being indecent gently..
She makes me feel the best
And vanishes the scars of pest..
With her I forget the things unfit,
And the fat comming out when I sit..
It brings me to dark but enjoying times,
A new way of being me there she finds..
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| Auteur: disturbed by life | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 juli 2005 | ||
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