I have a little camisole
Ruby red and silky smooth
It glides over my body
Glistening as I move
I bought it in a vintage shop
Had to have it on sight
It was like it was telling me
You'll be wearing me tonight
A funny thing happens though
Each time I put it on
I get this naughty urge
It's a feeling so wickedly strong
This spritely nightie
Puts thoughts into my head
Makes me feel all tingly
And a vixen in the bed
I throw down the gauntlet
Give in to this brazen lust
My chap don't know what's hit him
The pleasure has left him concussed
It turns out that my camisole
Has a spell upon its silk
So every time I put it on
My mind just turns to filth
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
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