Psychedelic Panties

Behold the rawness of my being,

Am I wise enough to sleep with you?

Or am I wise enough to run?

Trepidatious decisions obscure me

Poetically I see my panties run...

Run, panties, run

For all the drugs in the world can't stop me

From singing 'Hail Mary' to the man I love

For my name is not Mary...will you ever guess?

Behold my naked body,

Do you want me?

For I am a statue in despair

Wearing your panties,

And I am proud of your panties...

For they are cotton, not briefs;

Oh please please me, oh panty boy

Are you a human sex toy?

For a bottle of invisible whiskey

You shall pour upon me,

For I am a child of God

Can't you see?

Oh invisible panties...do you see them on me?

Philosophically I am a wild woman

Of courage I've come to see

How sexually frustrated you must be

And here is a rose to all poetry

For poetically you lick me up and down

With your words.

Oh invisible panties turn psychedelic,

What is the woman's relic?

Oh tell me please, do you want me to tease?

For pleasure hits the stakes real hard

Erotic motions attempt to rise,

Let us rise between the lion and his prey

Invisible panties, what do they seem?

Let us rise between pleasure and pain.