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I Can Still Wear the Pretty Ones

lacy pink with tiny rose buds
oh so pretty with wires that tear my flesh
sweet and sour

loving the look
hating the feel
I am not ready to trade for the old ones

My cups are B's
I can wear the pretty ones
Reds, purples, with satin that shines
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Allison Avatar
February 29, 2020 at 3:25 PM
'BRA'VO' caren you made me smile:-) hugs Jan xx
Krutsinger Avatar
March 1, 2020 at 1:04 AM
I could not resist it.
Lamoureux Avatar
February 29, 2020 at 1:15 PM
2Bs or not 2Bs, that is the question? This one brought a smile.
Krutsinger Avatar
March 1, 2020 at 1:05 AM
I had so much fun with this, I decided to make a habit of it. Smirk. Smirk.
Dome Avatar
February 29, 2020 at 1:07 PM
very clever and visual Caren. enjoyed it. Pete.
Krutsinger Avatar
March 1, 2020 at 1:05 AM
Thank you Peter. I had fun thinking this one up.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 29, 2020 at 9:26 AM
I love that I didn’t know what you were talking about until the end. Those rose buds can mean other things as well. Like this one, Caren!
Rodrigues Avatar
March 1, 2020 at 11:20 AM
LOL, my buddy!
Krutsinger Avatar
March 1, 2020 at 1:05 AM
I had not thought of that Kim, and now I can think of nothing else.
Koplin Avatar
February 29, 2020 at 7:26 AM
Gotta love it. Good job
Krutsinger Avatar
March 1, 2020 at 1:05 AM
Thank you Mark.
One Avatar
February 29, 2020 at 6:33 AM
lol.. i dare not comment!
Krutsinger Avatar
March 1, 2020 at 1:05 AM
I am smirking because you did
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