Beautiful decadence to enthrall me with my own desires bound by your words. There is magic in your panties that grabs my attention and whets my appetite for that spice uniquely yours. The implements you present are there for my lascivious dreams to girdle.
Alas, poor panties! I knew them, Jennifer: a garment of infinite damp, through your excellent juices. Have you borne them round your ankles a thousand times, and more?