Can we begin again?
The clock is running down
10-year plan approaching completion
Another turn around the sun
Countdown has begun

Here's a dream, a wish, floated in the wind
Until it reaches you in a whisper

She nestled in her perch, overlooking the trees
Passers-by and aquatic rhythms of NYC

Candlelight glowing, radiating, ready to receive you
Silk stockings, black and white, perfectly see-through
And visible for only you to see

He comes to her, to celebrate and paint the town
With shades of love and romance

Leaving his perch in Dublin, traversing the sea
To finally see what's on the other side, where love resides

"We would first need to be in the same room together," he said, "in order to know."

Unless you have a freak flag hidden somewhere under that freshly-pressed shirt
We both know the world would stop spinning
The shift registered a permanent mark in the universal timeline
The time and space where love met

It's time to draw nearer, my love, burst through
And come face to face with the heart, hand, vision, passion
You've been holding within, a secret never whispered
Another life lived

Come to NYC to celebrate my turn around the sun
Move toward me, draw near, accept this love
Let's melt together and allow the world to shift

Say yes, book the flight, you're ready now
Lovesick and satisfied, seen and expressed, connected and expressing
Your truth, held and holding, want and wanting

Old Pantaloons, a Chiasmus
by Michael R. Burch

Old pantaloons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to feel
that which they long most to steal.

Old ***** loons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to steal
that which they long most to feel.

Keywords/Tags: chiasmus, pantaloons, *****, loons, *******, pun, wordplay, underwear, fetish, lingerie, pervert, perverts, *******

The Secret of Her Clothes
by Michael R. Burch

The secret of her clothes
is that they whisper a little mysteriously
of things unseen

in the language of nylon and cotton,
so that when she walks
to her amorous drawers

to rummage among the embroidered hearts
and rumors of pastel slips
for a white wisp of Victorian lace,

the delicate rustle of fabric on fabric,
the slightest whisper of telltale static,
electrifies me.

Published by Erosha, Velvet Avalanche (Anthology) and Poetry Life & Times

Keywords/Tags: clothes, lingerie, nylon, cotton, amorous, drawers, slips, lace, static, electricity, mystery, mysterious

Run through expensive hotels
Just to come home, play Mario Kart in our underwear
A high-stake love, we burn like fire and cry like monsoons
Holiday flashes become traditions,
Movements of our hands and our arms keep the peace
The making of our love sneaky and frequent.

Ask you to run away with me into the moonlight
To never be seen again
Messy wild and barely free
Eighteen with too many cares and too many scars to hold alone
So let's hold them together
You can't heal my wounds
But you help relieve the pain

Four hands and two hearts ache for one another
Let's build a fort under your desk
Stay there till the morning light.
Movies I can't help to sleep through
Making out through every *** scene
l'll spoon you, kiss your bare back
Hold you tighter than

Drive until there's no more road,
Hands on knees light in the rearview mirror
driving in lingerie just for the ******* risk

Showers shared soothe the soul so hold me close and dear
Wash my hair and I'll wash yours.
The spot in my back that only you can reach.
Feel your heart beat through your chest
Your wet hair slicked back
Piercing blue eyes that melt me like wax and a flame
you are my flame.

We're messy and wild and inconsistent and angry and loving and full of so much.
Keep me safe and ill keep you wild
Until you return, my dear.

It was 8:45 after my bathe
I dried my *** and put my favorite moisturizer
Looking at my reflection I’m feeling ****
So I put red lipstick on and decided to wear my see-through lingerie

I went to distract my husband playing virtual game, PUBG specifically
He drew attention to me — his hand is caressing my face, you’re gorgeous he said
He then pressed his lips against mine and started talking...
Talking back to his playmates about what strategy are they going to use
So I went to bed to write this lol