Ten Seconds of Lingerie

Shopping,
passing racks
of lingerie.
I point out
a slinky lavender
chemise with a deep plunging
neckline.

"It is nice,"
you say,
"but it would only be on you for about ten seconds.
So it would be a waste of money."

It's true.
I know it's not these things
That make you think I'm sexy.
But still, I sift through
Racks and bins
putting together little outfits,
for you,
little uncomfortable
outfits that show off
the arch of my back,
the suppleness of my butt,
the perky curves atop my breasts.

It would give you something to do first.
The g-string can come off in one quick slip,
and you can slide
the camisole over my head.
I suppose, though,
that would only take five seconds.