So, you think you want a ‘stocking and suspenders’ kind of girl?
I’ll give you a twirl and rock your world,
Lick my lips slowly – no not for that,
I’m warming up for intellectual combat –
You better be packing some long, hot words –
In this case size really does matter,
I need to know that you’ve got the patter
Those pastiches of lust are just absurd –
Ugly bits of nylon , compared to the word –
Words are more seductive,
Words are less reductive
Rolling smoothly off the tongue,
A delight to be heard.
Ideas can wriggle behind feathers and fans,
Titillating – little by little -things to expand
A burlesque of a different kind,
A burlesque where you might just find
Yourself craving more of the mysteries,
The little-known histories
Coyly revealed from behind the feather –
You’ll feel ill at ease,
Confused by the tease,
At the end of your tether…
At a loss for why it’s more engrossing,
Than those cheap bits of clothing
But you’ll never
Forget this psychological striptease.
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