wallowing in a sea of slips
with a bra around her hips
panties on her head
tangled in lace
she saw me and ran
while I gave chase.
she has dolls and books and toys galore,
but nothing's as fun as mom's lingerie drawer!
Sorry for all of the poems, I think in rhym right now. I blame it on all that Dr. Seuss I'm reading.
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