Knickers - A Poem

Cotton, lace, silk and satin
Standing, lying or sat in
Soft and feminine clinging
Plain, patterned or frilly

A whole drawer full at least
Wearing them a visual feast
Pull them down with your teeth
Your actions won't be ceased

They define what is there
Sexy and naughty not bare
They hide the waiting lair
Come expose me to the air

They hit the floor so softly
Come on then, come and boff me
My ideals are high not lofty
My eye is open but doesn't see