I’ll dress with comfort least in mind
conduct myself outside the box
to find a place between two realms
extorting flavors I’d love to share

the first derives from elegance
a past time when manners reigned
prompting fashion to seek ***** ends
covering flesh with florid lace

exclaiming ma‘am on the tongue
the touch of royalty at all times
mimosa had with early lunch
this is the half I’ll now corrupt

the debauched is allowed
with use of leather to restrain
buckles gleaming in their place
aside rope looped to shame

religion turned to worship skin
the body shown by line and curve
science once served gods of steam
now instructs the bawdiest knots

this theme of ******* elevates
the once decent to its place
aside desires that lay within
those who walk between two worlds.

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