A Woman In Lingerie Poem by Gary Diamond

There's something classically appealing about a good woman
Dressed in different kinds of lingerie.
Some like it so much, they have seperate pieces
For any given day.

I must admit that I've not been lucky enough to have a woman dress up in something lacy
Something sensuously revealing and fancy.
A woman's naked skin is a powerful aphrodisiac
But I'd like it best when you have to peel off
Layers of skimpy lace and silk
To claim your prize.

I dream often about the fifties blond, perfectly made up
And attired in thin silken nightgown, barely concealing
The lingerie beneath almost woefully revealing.
What a feast.

Leading her off to the four poster bed
With the drapes and the carvings.
The best place to be given the gift of head.
And to return it, too.

I wonder if I come across as a dirty old man.
If I do, I suppose it means the forefathers were too.

All that lace, all that leg, all that hair.