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In twilight's soft glow, a dress so divine,
Burgundy whispers, with elegance it shines.
Beaded straps like stars in a velvet night,
A dance of grace, in the evening light.
Silk flows like a river, secrets it keeps,
Each step a story, in romance it weeps.
In this gown of dreams, where fantasies dwell,
The belle of the ball casts her enchanting spell.
Rating:  [5 of 5 Flaming Jalapenos!] |
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