It's holding, not folding, that gives you the kill. The feeling, you're seeing, the hint of a thrill. And if I lift my skirt just a little bit more, you might just see more, than you first bargain'd for.
Reason for writing:
A woman I have yet to meet. The poem came to me while I was thinking about buying some frilly underwear, after viewing some impressive performance art accompanied by some inspirational music.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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