O perfect pair of underwear
wherever do you hide?
I’ve searched for weeks to find the store
in which you must reside
You do not sport a Barbie bow
all candy-pink and lame
And all those thongs with scratchy bits
— ejected from the game
You don’t have Spongebob on your front
or words across your seat
Like “peace” or “love” or “naughty girl”
your message is complete
Without the appellations
that some ditzes think quite clever
And as for films like Twilight you don’t advertise them —
ever
O panties, simple, soft, sublime,
I’ll find you someday soon
Some nylon, rubber, silk or lace
to cover up my poon
Featured image via Vital Vein Fasion on Etsy.
I, Kinkster 