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Ivory, yes 
I surely Confess, 
That i fall for the feel, 
of this Ivory dress. 
I'm quite a mess... 
Lavender oh, 
how i do quiver so, 
that mine eyes feign to deal, 
with such lavender bow. 
Mine envy grows... 
Candl'ight nay! 
how mine vision betrays, 
seems thy locks set to glimmer, 
in a candl'ight way. 
thou'st have me dazed... 
cherry for shame, 
for tis' i that is tamed, 
with thou's cherry red lips, 
thou art sultry a dame. 
let god be blamed... 
sweet, tender yes, 
id perversely caress, 
every suculent curve, 
of thyne sweet tender breasts. 
i do not jest... 
though merely test... 
yet not one would guess, 
as i find in regress, 
that this wonderous ordeal, 
did begin with a dress. 
twas Ivory, yes...