Behold the white panties
Heaven scented angel
Swinging on a line
Just above my fingers
The loom of my madness
Keeps me in a bind
I stretch up on my toes
Reach higher than my soul
But fate is not kind
She simply smiles up there
A flutter in a breeze
Her laugh tempts me blind
I step up on a stool
Grab for those wooden pins
Snapped tight in my mind
But I cannot unloose
No matter my resolve
What silks a bare hind
The panties are a flag
Pennant to my defeat
Ripped from my behind
For no other reason
Than my hind is not hers
My coutures unwind
Victor Victoria
Now just a hairy butt
Sagged from age and wine
So what may I do now
But return to the loom
Beg my soul for twine?
Or stand here and look up
Watching the panties snap
In winds I shall grind?
Either choice is futile
Rendering soul or fart
Much the same when mined
So rather than wear them
I shall offer my prayer:
Behold the white panties
A goddess for our times
Idol stitched from linen
Breathtakingly divine
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Thank you for your comment. The fire lightens and warms the soul.
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