One hot night, as I sat drinking,
A young lady, who just couldn’t stop winking,
Said, “you remember a boudoir
And a little black bra?”.
Dear readers, it’s not what you’re thinking!
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K Morris - Poet 
Now I’m trying to think of many things a boudoir and black bra could mean other than the obvious!
Maybe she mistook me for another guy Vivienne. Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it … Enjoy your Sunday. Kevin