lace and panties

I must be getting fussy as I seek
An image with the "je ne sais pas quoi"
Composure, showing those who seem so meek
Have power in the wicked grins - "pas moi,
Bien sur..." but Sir, of course, knows well,
The tissues of such lies are lacy thin,
And like the panties, drawn down, he can tell
His loving harlot - it's time to begin...

MƩli
 
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