Lingerie


Drifting through silent nights

Sometimes a little colour puts a blush
In context, as it does the pretty flower,
Both are designed to enhance - I present:

My lingerie-clad form - admirers flush,
Too fraught through the lonely, demented hours
While I sleep on soundly;

I'm content
For Sir to love his panties fantasy - the rush
Of blood, from cotton-covered reverie, glows; so,
Illuminated elements stay present;

The blooms are dye: they will survive uncrushed,
Through Sir's tortured infection, they do not cower,
Nor are they broken beyond repair -

We don't forsake elegance,
For, when inspired, we flourish - the true delight:
I may dream on, but drift through silent nights...

Méli :heart:
 
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