I dream denim poems
That shift in the silver moonlight
Keeping ideas that form
From joyful to night fright
Sometimes they are like a bonnet
Worn to keep warm my brain
Rhymes divine and sandy sonnets
And some with no formal name
Slipping into my subconscious
Like a new bride into white lingerie
With honeymoon glow upon us
Till starry night becomes sunny day
The man in the elevator
was "caught on the bed"
in the city's busy shopping center
He loved trying sexy women's lingerie
The door opened automatically
... an awkward silence
A revealing moment
- it wasn't a fitting room
lace like
a barbed wire fence
the last line
of defense
before everything
becomes senseless
again
for a while
that feels like
eternity
and we don’t want
to be anywhere else
don’t you look
demure
slipping casually
out of it,
straps fall past
your shoulders,
all that I dreamed
the look in your eyes enough
to set an army at attention,
what is it
sex and war?
is it in vulnerability,
passion and violence
of fighting?
could be why wars last so long
why there are always more after one is over
prolonged copulation
without conscience
or lingerie.
Cutest pink panty,
With navy polka-dotty
Pyjama tanky.
You might trip if caught in a flap
Or with your foot stuck in a strap
When flooring's criss-crossed
With bras she has tossed
You will need a booby-trap map
Each day, I walk past a lingerie store.
In the windows are posters of women I adore.
Looking at them makes me feel so glad
because each of them is scantily clad.
Mannequins wear items of silk, satin, and everything nice.
Some of those things are on clearance at reduced price.
There is an especially large-sized bra they've got.
It reminds me of a double cannonball slingshot.
I'm on my way to work, and I have to leave right away.
How convenient it is to have this store along the way.
Red lacy lingerie
Yes there was a time
Not only did I wear it
I sizzled
Red lacy lingerie
Not built for comfort
But built to be seen
I was all that
Red lacy lingerie
I thought I looked corpulent
I did not.
Filled out in exactly the right places
Red lacy lingerie
Now I see it in the store
And I smile
Remembering the days of my youth
Beryl Cook.
Painted faces of sheer delight
Others full of horror and fright
Ladies night with sexual tones
Anticipating moans and groans
Lady with a glass of wine looks happy
Admiring the lingerie looking snappy
Beryl Cooks paint brush has no fear
Colours and strokes are definitely clear
Brings out the delight in her work for all to see
Bright colours held in lovers fantasy
Makes you feel you should join the fun
"The Lingerie Party" bet you'd buy some
Lucy loves wearing sheer
lingerie. Her husband
Luke still buys her saucy
lace thongs and corsets which
laced up the front. Her once
lithe body is now not
looking good at ninety!
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Dressed in sex
Dripping night
Arched shadows
Licking light
Smeared silence
Succulent sighs
Framed flesh
Lingerie lies
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