Panty Lines Poem by James McLain

Except of course the sleazy ones
who salivate and only stare.

Most belly dancers want to tease the women
and the girls.
We want to display to them.
Nor do we want the heavy
from the sickly men
and hankerchiefs, they call there friend.

Running up and down
inside
those wrinkled panty lines.

We speak of colored panties,
of that wonderwear
and go along with tiny thongs.

Debating which is best and worst,
and moving all day long,
Is it wrong?

This song you each
and each does what it does, does best to sing?

So because of you
we risk a line of dampness caused by cracks
and salty sweat.
Or should we show our panties
that make some people weak?
This dance of ancients,
but you haven’t solved this problem yet.

Showing catholic skirts work well within
and matching colored panties
down, beneeth, below,
Unless the fabric is so clear
that panty lines will only show,
matching skin
and tone may be the only way to go.