A ladder in her fishnet tights

In that place where wanting shouts
that approach would she give out
the smoulder of her nipples pout
barter a virginity a die thrown down  
 
To stride and know you walk the edge
and know a tiger sleeps within the cage
who will have the nuance to stretch the mesh
 window dressing tempting sex
 
That's a statement, not coy, skirt riding high
a shapely calf, smooth rounded thigh
the mascara of a bedroom eye
will you shag me, and love, and lie