I am an accessory to
Making my lady look quite fit.
Once I am around her I do
Make it harder for her to sit.
And when my she does find a he
And lusts to turn into a them,
Fingers struggling to unwrap me
May cause a lot of angst mayhem.
I'm silk outside but inside steel,
Lots of buttons, hooks and laces.
I help give her her sex appeal,
But spoiler in many cases.
As a corset I've often felt
Odds are I'm a chastity belt.
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