Oh what light from yonder boudoir flickers
tis my secret love ... in both bra and knickers
for she the silken nets doth so define
each perfect curve and shapely line
and as i watch, my ardour grows
at each new movement and purposeful pose
if i but had a simple rope or ladder
I surely would .... have up and had her
but here i stand alone beneath her balcony
Aching and full of such melancholy
for she sees nor knows me not
my mysterious maiden ... so ... so ... damn hot.