An Ode to Panties

'Neath every good skirt is a fantastic pair of panties.

Ladies, you need not cross your knees,

Go ahead, reveal Vicky's secret.

Roses are red, violets are blue,

The tale of my panties is nigh due.

The year was 2002

The location a Wal-Mart

The mission: contraband panties. Thongs, obviously. 

The sense of freedom and power as she and I

Turned our backs on sensible cotton underwear, never to return. 

How do I love panties? Let me count the ways.

I love the way they feel, as soft as a kiss,

Every color imaginable, styles that wow

All of my favorite materials dancing together at last,

Lace and silk, mesh and ribbons

A few square inches of fabric put to the best use imaginable,

For it has created a piece of magic.

For one can feel ladylike and demure,

Or sultry and seductive.

Oh, Panties, how I love thee true. 

The shop attendants have started greeting me by name,

my wallet is weeping, my empty fridge bleeding,

But what care I of such trivial matters,

When my ass looks this delicious.

Oh, black lace thong, 

Overpriced sheer underwear,

Cute pink underwear, with its oh-so-interesting invitation,

Fun yellow and orange V-strings,

And don't forget all of the rhinestones.

Dear Panties, my life was so grey and dull,

And then you came into it, bringing with you bright colors, silky feelings and confidence.

Thanks to you I have been saved from the horrible fate of granny panties. 

Instead, we can rendezvous, frolic, and altogether not take ourselves too seriously. 

For we are young, determined to have fun, and want to be prepared for when the wind blows our skirts up.

Dictated by Kumari (with Ambien)
Typed and posted by Mel