The Bra's Lament
I'm certain we didn’t start out like this. You were so excited. You liked my tiny rose in the middle, a minor decoration, but detail enough. A little embellishment to hide under your clothes.
You liked that I was simple and comfortable. I liked your curves and of course, your taste. You took me home and unwrapped me from the fine tissue paper. Caressed me. We studied in the mirror together how we complemented each other.
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