Satin or leather, beckons the eyes;
Shining buckles, or tantalizing ties;
Rising high, sexy arches revealed;
And painted toenails, unconcealed;
O how the straps wind, all around;
Pulling calves, in shapes profound;
And causing thoughts to interfere;
With anything but that shapely rear;
So when desire overcomes sense;
And logic deserts the best defense;
Remember who purchased these;
For her to wear; her man to tease...
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