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Horizon
Bacofoil on top
Thigh high boots squeak as he moves
Fetishists swoon
Warlord
Neck line plunges down
The nylon rustles softly
A pleasing snug fit
Terminal
Shiny black meets silver
Stretched tight across his stomach
Hooray! It's the gloves
Headhunter
Plenty silver studs
Wide shoulders frame his body
Slender legs beneath
Sarcophagus
Bolero jacket
He stands as a matador
White is purity
Games
From his neck outward
Bolts of silver lightning fly
He at the centre
Space Fall
Navy workers' garb
Too dowdy for our hero
This will not last long
Time Squad
He dons earth tone suede
Surely leather will follow
Brown doesn't suit him
The Web
He dressed like the team
His personality hid
The clothes hide soon, too
Seek Locate Destroy
Dig the flares on that!
Sequins dance across his chest
Sewn on by himself?
Deliverance
Snazzy blue moon boots
Anorak with fur trimmed hood
Closet Abba fan?
Orac
Green roll neck jumper
Lurks under chevron jacket
Trousers flap about
Redemption
First proper leathers
The light reflects his movements
Silver studs as well
Pressure Point
Red ribbed dreadful top
The trousers are so sexy
Take the jacket off!
Star One
Grey panelled jacket
Black clings around his muscles
Steel in heart and eyes
Deathwatch
Yes, the worst of all
Inner tubes pad his shoulders
Even Avon laughs
Ultraworld
Dowdy frumpy brown
Is he learning to line dance?
Suede--there's no excuse
Aftermath
Swathes of softest night
Conceal and reveal his form.
Borrow clothes again.
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