Fashion Lingerie

We're put away for special nights
although those nights can last for days,
we're made for time of dimmed down lights
we wait with sweet smelling sachets...
Miles from whale-boned corsets or stays
we wait to cling to thighs, hips, legs,
and her breasts, we're her silky lingerie,
designed to thrill and make boys, beg
when she's out to play...


Not for she her drab daytime tights
our stockings go near all the way,
to where she hides her nights delights
behind silk, when she's out to play.
Her half-cup bra designed to slay
and knock guys right over the edge,
with wine and dine she'll make 'em pay
till they promise all, and heart pledge,
in hope to get their way...

Nude, getting dressed to ignite,
her bikini wax, she thinks s'ok,
blinding white stockings go, full height
her whole ensemble a cliché,
smorgasbord or enticing buffet,
as we are pulled, twist turned and stretched
till she finds the proper display,
and hopes for no tight awkward wedge
If someone makes their play...