A newly chosen frame

“You’re really quite the picture,” he’ll exclaim
And she may smile to take the compliment;
“A picture that might need a better frame,”
He adds, forgetful that she may resent
Dismissal of her clothing in this fashion;
As much as he regrets embarrassing,
He has standards held, with such a passion,
That courtesy gives way to harassing
The shoulders of her dress; his razor blade
Soon cuts wafer thin silk and leaves her cool
And under clothed and, yes, slightly afraid
To see the dress she wore slide down and pool
Around her ankles, hasty to depart
As if it had a train to catch; the floor
Is his; and now it’s time to make her start
And spank her pretty pantied form,'til more
Aroused, he will insist the knickers join
The dress; and other fripperies she chose
Are left forgotten – let others purloin
These substitutes for love; it’s time to close
The doors on such debauches; and remain
In ignorance of his new, chosen frame...