I'm last removed, for I'm a tease.
When crotchless, I've a touch of sleaze.
In lacy black, I'm elegant—
Though pulled as roughly in descent,
For men are never very slow
Unwrapping presents down below.
In mesh I'd cool, one would have thought,
But guys apparently get hot
As if my red were really flame.
(Such mystery, these human games.)
Still, afterward, I'm first put on,
In cotton, silk, or simply song.
Survivor Poetry Contest
Trigger 20, Poet's Choice (Rhymed Couplets)