#lingerie
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
Jan 13, 2024
Jan 13, 2024 at 1:08 PM UTC
Sweeie pie mine
There's not a thing
I don't like about you
nothing I don't find in you
as fascinating as air sleep
food health joy utter happiness
birth city voice hips thighs oh
strutted walk talk smile lips sigh
how you wash my lingerie
parfume it and fold it dear
AMAME BESSAME!
You are my tree of life.
my GR, Rdd love pole you!
Ram me my everything
in good in bad times
you drive me mad
in love with thee
llámame
quiereme.
~~~~
Angel-Katijinbba.
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 12:14 AM UTC
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, **********
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
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
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:16 AM UTC
To make a thong story short
an oxymoron of grand proportions
**** ladies underwear
sold by women haters
lawsuits are pending
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
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.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
I am trying to move on
I put myself out there
I even bought lingerie,
not for you, never for you
for myself, to wear around the house
and remind my self
I am a goddess,
one that you will never see again
Because I am too **** beautiful to let this heartbreak take over
I am too **** beautiful for you
I am trying to move on
no,
I am moving on
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
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
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
My name is Sara, a transgender chick
Wanted a ***** was given a ****
I hide it in knickers of satin and lace
before sitting down to make-up my face,
Next the prosthetics, I'm using two bits.
Stuck to my chest, they'll do as my ****
Now for my legs I'll put on false tan,
I wouldn't do this if I were a man
Alternative nights, a t-girl delights
to sit on her bed and pull on new tights.
I'll put on a dress, a cute one no less.
Then for my shoes, high heels I choose
A sandal style shoe as every girl knows
not only looks cute, they'll show painted toes
A bit of eyeliner, eyebrow definer,
lipstick and blush, I'm now looking lush.
I stand in the mirror all ready to go,
there's only one question I just have to know.
"Does my *** look big in this?"
Poetry by Kaydee.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
I lost a sense of myself
in the silk of sadness,
sprawled on my bed
of lilies and night-long moans
in lingerie and stockings.
Come look for me.
This darkening heart of mine
desires one dulcet dream only—
to see you dauntless,
throwing your head back,
desperate and divine;
Ah, please—
Come look for me.
And at last when you do,
Ah, my lying love,
like a longing prey for you
I will lament not
the loss of myself,
for I know well
with your lace-like touch
you will lift me
from this silk of sadness
and not only will I become
your little poet, no—
I will be ultimately pleased.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
So sensuous is this piece of clothing,
Barely covering her bare essentials.
If she lets it fall to the ground,
Visible are her melons so round.
And what to say of her crevices,
Up & down both are so smooth,
Juice-filled they are the milk booth.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 6:06 AM UTC
Physicists are perverts. They keep
trying to peek under Mother
Nature's dressing gown- asking
Her questions like "why
do electrons behave as both
particles and waves?"
when what they really want
to know is
if Mother Nature's lingerie
is red or black, and which
she prefers to wear
on Fridays.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
Is it sad that I feel the most beautiful when I'm standing in front of my mirror half naked? When I feel the most ****
I've never had the room to cry about a bad weight complex.
I've always been beautifully thin and no angle not pleasing to look at...or so I've been told....
Told by the same male who broke down my walls and worked his hardest to get in...
only to see the beautiful body under this princess' gown.
The male who broke my walls and when left broke my heart leaving this beautiful body
empty.
I look in the mirror in my new lingerie feeling beautiful...feeling fake, because every time I see myself like this reminds me of how I looked just like this. Just as pretty, just as **** in my underclothes as I did then. And it feels so wrong and so right that I stopped looking.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
Sky of black satin,
stars of white lace,
delicate lingerie
caressing the
voluptuous body
of the newly risen
full moon.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
They say boys like nice girl
Do you?
I assume you like it somewhere in between
But tilt to bad a little bit
Just like the other day when I was choosing between
Black and White lingerie
Black wins
You blushed when mentioning that thing
But I saw you staring at those
Legs.Literature is your camouflage
Mini skirts are your sanctuary
They say blue- eyed people are smarter
Are you?
I have brown ones but I bet I could still
Make you a fool
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
please give to me a proper job
otherwise I'm on the rob
me tummy hearts n me eyes are poppin
as around the shop i go hoppin
gonna steal new shoes, leave the old ones behind
security .... I'll blow ya mind
aberdeen angus, 21 day steak
come on tesco's give me a break
gonna nick whiskey, and fine wine
I'll be popular come tea time
gonna get the dress of my dreams
a vivien westwood, with tailored seams
lingerie, make up, and perfume
i'll get some attention .. in my living room
(c) msrigs 07/10/2014
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:06 AM UTC
Hurricanes erupted in my lungs
when the tips of your fingers
touched my jittering skin
and I am still sorry
that I wear my father’s disappointment
in the expensive black lingerie
you’ve seen me in,
cold and bare
with goosebumps blooming
on my brittle skin like braille,
and as you touch me
I start apologizing
for the broken home in my eyes.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC