I wish I could be your “shoes”,
Cosseted in leather
Holding your pretty feet.
Striding confidently
In some exclusive shopping street.
I wish I could be the “nylons”
That cling to your thighs.
The sighs I would give,
To the chaff and sizzle
As you walk by.
I wish I could be your “underwear”.
Seeing you stare, pulling faces
At what you dare to wear tonight,
But you are no fool,
Looking for something that leaves no traces.
Don’t fuck on a first date,
That’s not cool.
You went and broke the rule.
You don’t have them
And nor do I.