she's wearing the  attire of his kisses , the touches and the soothing words while she's cocooned in the  luxe suit of love (his love), not someone else's ‧ she's not ashamed to flaunt, or so how she was loved, how she still is in pleasure's realm shaped by him, a charismatic, any time of the year ‧ both are the ones who whistle when they want, without a reason to be just (because they swore to one another to live their dream forever, any place)