lingerie

Oh, lingerie, how I adore you,
In colors and lace, so sexy and true.
You wait in the drawer, tempting and sly,
With suggestive beauty, you catch my eye.

When I slip you on, you fit just right,
Hugging my hips, or holding me tight.
Intimate and close, against my skin,
You embrace my breasts, lifting them with a grin.

Lingerie, a love that's stayed so long,
Even before my kink, you stood strong.
Matching sets, knickers and bras,
Stockings and suspenders, no pantyhose flaws.

Baby-dolls, teddies, and body stockings too,
In my wardrobe, they all continue.
I'm like a magpie, collecting with glee,
Lingerie, shoes, corsets, sets my heart free.

A hidden desire, in my younger days,
Lingerie spoke to my secret ways.
Now my kink is revealed, for all to see,
Lingerie's still there, a part of me.

Dressing up, oh what a delight,
Dark reds, lace stockings, a seductive night.
But sometimes I'm playful, innocent and sweet,
Pale panties, knee-high socks, little flat shoes, a treat.

The suggestiveness, the turn-on it brings,
In our play, lingerie truly sings.
Panties as gags, tasting my own desire,
Stockings as ties, setting my soul on fire.

Torn and laddered, the slutty look,
Bra straps slipped, nipples exposed, oh how it shook.
Lingerie has many looks, it's true,
From innocent to slutty, I love them all, through and through.

But nothing at all can also be grand,
No panties beneath, a secret so grand.
Underneath it all, easy access to find,
His hands up my skirt, exposing what's mine.

Oh, lingerie, you hold a special place,
In my heart and in his embrace.
You make me feel sexy, confident, and free,
Lingerie, oh how I love thee.