Feel my husband
made from the
finest material.
Rub him between your fingers and
feel the richness of
his texture.
He is solidly woven
from the strongest fibers
which have been selected
for durability and strength.
He clothes me in satisfaction,
flattering to my
figure, snugly clinging,
but does not bind for he is generously cut,
allowing for freedom of movement.
The intricacy of his weave
provides the versatility
I require.
He keeps me warm
yet his thermal quality does not stifle
and
allows for maximum breathability.
He is not fashioned into emperors robes.
He is not
couture.
He is classically cut,
designed for long wear,
not to be
worn by whim and
cast aside as the seasons change.
He endures faithfully.
His colors stay vivid and
true.
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