Laced bodice, cords straining,
And all this while,
Remember what it’s all containing.
Beauty in a tightened form,
Still lovingly kept untouchable,
Sweet and lithe and warm.
Fondled in the eyes alone,
Some wonder heaving to and fro,
I ought to hear just how you moan.
Frills and fancies under pressure,
It’s quite a task to learn,
The fastest option to undress her.
Sod all that fumbling, fingers hurt,
We’re in this urgent moment,And frantically I’m lifting skirts!!