Beautiful Slides (An ode - no less)

If she fastens her hair with those beautiful slides,
It completes her dressing and means that she’s neat
And she’s tasteful and pretty; and this coincides
With her shyness and pride that is almost complete,
Having been rehearsed, since she woke and bathed;
And decked secret parts in a crepe de chine coat:
The finest of fabrics – well, other girls raved –
But she couldn’t care – she was not one to gloat;  

She would rather be private – let each head to head –
Allow her to smile and giggle and grin;
She wouldn’t be anxious; she would not have it said
She might be well-dressed; but she’s destined for sin;
She would knock on his door with her heart in her throat
And would let his remarks make her glance to the floor;
She loved how his murmurings helped her to float
To a place in her mind, where he locked the door;

And that wonderful dress made a marvellous heap
On the corridor floor, while she slid off her crepe;
And when she was naked, he made her heart leap;
With hints of violence and reference to rape;
The fact his obliqueness accessorised slaps
And spankings and whippings that no one else heard;
With a naughty, young lady bent over the lap
Of an ungentle gentleman, certainly stirred;

And the fact she’d be licking and sucking at ease,
Between his spread thighs with nary a stitch,
Meant the lovely young bourgeoise was learning to please
Her master and owner, by being his bitch;
Those Sabine women had nothing on her:
She had her beauty and she had her pride
For, although she was stripped, she still knew he’d prefer
Her with that hair and those beautiful slides.