I love the whole lingerie outfit - you know, thigh-high tights and garters.
quote by Jodi Lyn O'Keefe
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I love to wear lingerie. The problem is that men always rip it off too quickly. When women are dolled up in lingerie they feel sexy. So let us wear it for five minutes.
quote by Karen McDougal
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I love to shop after a bad relationship. I don't know. I buy a new outfit and it makes me feel better. It just does. Sometimes I see a really great outfit, I'll break up with someone on purpose.
quote by Rita Rudner
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On the Stage
Lights, in a multi-coloured mist,
From indigo to amethyst,
A whirling mist of multi-coloured lights;
And after, wigs and tights,
Then faces, then a glimpse of profiles, then
Eyes, and a mist again;
And rouge, and always tights, and wigs, and tights.
You see the ballet so, and so,
From amethyst to indigo;
You see a dance of phantoms, but I see
A girl, who smiles to me;
Her cheeks, across the rouge, and in her eyes
I know what memories,
What memories and messages for me.
poem by Arthur Symons
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~ LINGERIE-IG* ~ [Redacted]
~ LINGERIE- IG* ~
Ms. NIVEDITA
UK
28.10.09.
LINGERIE- IG
Stealth watcher
Of XX and XY’s
Vices, virtues.
Inclosure of our
Clandestine inclinations
From surfacing.
Incognito browser
Of our enticement
Constrains, restrains.
Definer of body
Inspirer of personality
For captivating others.
Share cozy comfort
Of dame's curves and lines
Most sought after.
Shield our
Bash of agony
Blush of ecstasy.
Mute sensor
Of our
Sexuality, sensuality.
Sanitizer
Of conduct
How not to do it?
How to do it?
Almanac for our
Ethos and pathos.
Sensitive gadget
Signalize our hate / love
Trepidations and temptations.
Limn beauteous
Peaky bosoms
Butt cleaves
Of feminine catwalker,
And macho pectorals
For paparazzo’s’
Lens hunting
In pageantry fest.
Lingerie is
The sentinel
In Yin’s affairs
Of bosoms'
Wavy ripples
Subtle musical saltation
Below bikini line.
IG is
The scout
In Yang’s crush
Flutter above,
And love vibe
Below the belt line.
During exuberant
Romantic togetherness
LINGERIE- IG vicariously view
The climax
Horripilant glowing
Orgasms in the corpus’
Of Yin, Yang.
Finality eventually
Disposability:
Scrap Lingerie - IG
Deported in vat
Their tryst
Romantically reminiscence
And play game of romance
In criss-cross synergy
With others’
Wheelingback into
Arche romance
Of Eve and Adam.
We can
Befool us and others
But not to LINGERIE- IGs
Our vigilant gizmo.
Womb to tomb
Virtual reality
Amniotic sac to
Cremation ash relic
Redolently hugging
You still…
-
* IG =INNERGARMENT
--
Copyright reserved by the author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Clothes Have No Memories (for Doreen)
Your most prized dress
must confess
that it
cannot
remember
the swell of your breast
the rise & fall of your breathing.
Clothes have no memory.
It is Winter now and your summer
frock has totally forgot
the sheer sunny shockingness of being
(underneath it all)
absolutely knickerless.
Kisses like butterflies
alight high (high)
on your inner thigh (thigh) !
Clothes have no memory.
Your bra
unhooked & unhinged
cannot really recall
the thrill of it all
as my hands caresss
create your breasts.
Clothes have no memory.
Clothes have no memory
...but I do.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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My Bay'nit
When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit
And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore;
But blimey! I 'aven't been able to stain it,
So far as I've gone wiv the vintage of war.
For ain't it a fraud! when a Boche and yours truly
Gits into a mix in the grit and the grime,
'E jerks up 'is 'ands wiv a yell and 'e's duly
Part of me outfit every time.
Left, right, Hans and Fritz!
Goose step, keep up yer mits!
Oh my, Ain't it a shyme!
Part of me outfit every time.
At toasting a biscuit me bay'nit's a dandy;
I've used it to open a bully beef can;
For pokin' the fire it comes in werry 'andy;
For any old thing but for stickin' a man.
'Ow often I've said: "'Ere, I'm goin' to press you
Into a 'Un till you're seasoned for prime,"
And fiercely I rushes to do it, but bless you!
Part of me outfit every time.
Lor, yus; DON'T they look glad?
Right O! 'Owl Kamerad!
Oh my, always the syme!
Part of me outfit every time.
I'm 'untin' for someone to christen me bay'nit,
Some nice juicy Chewton wot's fightin' in France;
I'm fairly down-'earted -- 'ow CAN yer explain it?
I keeps gettin' prisoners every chance.
As soon as they sees me they ups and surrenders,
Extended like monkeys wot's tryin' to climb;
And I uses me bay'nit -- to slit their suspenders --
Part of me outfit every time.
Four 'Uns; lor, wot a bag!
'Ere, Fritz, sample a fag!
Oh my, ain't it a gyme!
Part of me outfit every time.
poem by Robert William Service
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Desert Rain
Frothy sea of intangible beauty
You own my ways
I drift like sea gulls
Soar with winds of mystic sails
We are the searchers of time
Waiting for the authentic day
Now the moon is bright
I want your body again
I love silk stockings with garters
I love your high heels around my neck
Your wet tongue is a fountain of fire
I don't know how else to express my feelings
Make love like the desert rain
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Why is it that we will laugh at a man in a clown outfit, but we won't laugh at a man just walking down the street carrying a clown outfit in one of those plastic dry-cleaner bags
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Outfit
A black outfit and a white outfit,
The spot well used is the soul well understood;
And, it is time to walk away from the odds.
I don#t need a C.V. on my love!
From 'Gomua-Buduburam' in the Central Region of Ghana to,
'Bujumbura' in Burundi;
And, to the Slave Island (Goree) in Senegal to tell my story.
So, what do you expect from a talented person like me?
For, two people walk together only in agreement;
And like the shakers and the movers of things to marvel others!
But, only mothers really know the true father of their babies.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dirty Language
Why, I do simply adore
delicious dirty language
delivered without dressing
coarse and unashamed
I adore elocution expert
riling 'sounding tone for timber
salivant 'lascivious for the falling
riling ravishing raconteur
Master Orator
Why, I like girls with glasses and garters
lingerie lending lascivious language
intentioning rendering luscious
lavender
livid lexiconjoury vivid
fine silk lacing for debasing
delicate dialectics directing me
see?
As she would be, would be
not too demure to play dress-up
while pressing, dressing me down
administering discipline requisite
inciting inflections' affections exquisite
She would love French and physics
with Cabbalistic acrostics
oil paint poison for alchemist
with butterfly ballerina acrobatics
but she must be well spoken, sincere
else fall deaf 'pon mine aching arching ears
She must keep her poet panting
tongue in ear massaging
copyright R. Resh 2007
poem by Randy Resh
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You can change an outfit, you can outfit change, or both.
quote by Kenneth Cole
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Hang My Teeth On Your Door
Your sympathy is my simple joy
Your bossom my mobile home
Free from the thunder that tore me asunder
I have you as my own
And I hold you over rolling on the floor
Naked you say this is the way
Lets sing an dance some more
And theres love sore love in your eyes
Theres rest love rest for me your lonely boy
Rosey cheeks an ruby lips fade with every sigh
Dance in the middle an flee from the ghetto
An tango thigh to thigh
And please dare - show bare your need to me again
This is the way - redeem the day
An daily pull me in
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Friday
Welcome to my life......on a friday...
Wake up: 6: 30 am
after my wakening i do my hair fix my nails, find the perfect outfit bring a extra outfit that will match my hair and my makeup for after fitness class.
Oh the price for beauty, but hey i would rather be beautiful and popular than an ugly dorky loser!
Eat a orange or apple: 7: 30 am
FIND the perfect Shoes
Go to school: 8: 15 am
School is from 8: 15am - 3: 17 pm except on the occasional day i have spare.
homework 4: 00pm-6: 30pm
Eat supper 6: 00pm
after supper shower and get changed.
6: 30pm- 8: 00pm
Find nice sexy party outfit.
8: 00pm - 3: 00 am
PARTY! ! !
Wake 7: 00 am
poem by Katie Unknown
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The Last High
Song Name: You were the last high
not : you were high last night
ur stupid
I am alone
But adored by a 100,000 more
Then I said when you were the last.
And I have known love, like a whore
from at least 10,000 more
Then I swore when you were the last
When you were the last high
high
high
high
You were awake,
And I should have stayed, but wandered.
I was only out for a day.
out for a day.
It was Chicago for a moment,
And then it was Paris and London for a few,
days.
Well, I am alone
But adored by a 100,000 more
Than I swore when you were the last.
When you were the last high
high
high
high
When you were the last high
high
high
high
Well I was the first to have spoken
And I said just about all of the things you shouldn't say.
So maybe you loved me, but now maybe you don't.
And maybe you'll call me.
Maybe you won't.
Oh
So, I am alone
But adored by a 100,000 more
than I said when you were the last.
And I have known love, like a whore
from at least 10,000 more
then I swore when you were the last.
When you were the last high
High
High
High
When you were the last high
High
High
High
song performed by by Dandy Warhols
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On The Ledge Under The Sky
You sit up high,
On a ledge under the sky,
Where wings don’t fly,
And humans don’t cry,
Up high on this ledge under the sky,
But why or why,
Do you want to fly?
When you can sit up on the sky,
And hear a voice that doesn’t die,
Or see a drifting tie,
On this ledge in the sky,
And smell a pie,
From miles and miles away a sty,
Under the sky,
Where no one can lie,
‘Cause we see everything from up high,
On this ledge under the sky,
Where you can wonder from your mind’s eye,
And your leg and thigh,
Dangle down from this ledge upon the sky,
Where one never does sigh,
Or look upon the rye,
On this ledge below the sky,
You can be a spy,
You can pry and pry,
And never will people see the tears you cry,
Up upon this ledge in the sky,
Never will you fly,
Or dream why or why,
For you’re already on the ledge under the sky.
Ballet Lovers
Baby my
Baby. my arms
reach out to you
and enfold;
Baby I
sink into those hesitant eyes;
Baby I
feel you close
as music allows
hand in the small of your back
dizzy twirl
and then return close
short breath taken
eyes twinkle.
Baby I
feel
your thigh
rise up mine
the rustle
of your Tutu
offers too
it's caress.
Baby I
move
in dream time
and I
feel your body
offering
subtle
as your smile;
your leg
brushes up
seeking.
Baby I
move away
but too befeft
come back again
lonely like it was an eon;
and your thigh rises
having its own mind
and I complement swollen.
Baby I
dance with you
and all
flies away
as you
brush sideways
against me
exercising hidden lovers tricks
on the dance floor
and then for the lift;
I put my hand
just inside your throbbing thigh
and you rise
angel-like
on high
to fly
landing just so
deep inside my heart.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Scream
The Scream.
The new and young couple next door, for whom
all car adverts are made, came home late last night,
high voiced and full of spirit. Later on I heard her
cry out loud and thought: “wine, a man who slaps
his wife around when drunk.”
Next day I saw her in their cute little garden, she
wore the right outfit to prune roses, laughed
called her hubby darling and I remembered that
the voices of love and pain sound alarmingly
the same.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Say Hello
(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
I wont go livin in the past
But I believe that love can last
That youd always remain
After all, were still the same
Take me high, take me high
Say hello
Take me high, take me high
Say hello, say hello, say hello
Lets go out and paint the town
And we could turn the world around
If you say you agree
Yeah, well thats the way that itll be
Take me high, take me high
Say hello
Take me high, take me high
Say hello, say hello, say hello
What will be they say will be
But Im for you and youre for me
Evolution insane
And we go on and play the game
Take me high, take me high
Say hello
Take me high, take me high
Say hello, say hello, say hello
song performed by by April Wine
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Secretly Cruel
I saw my pictures hangin on her wall
She cut it out of that magazine
It was a hot day, she wore lingerie
And nothin else in between, ooh
She had long hair and thigh high snake skin boots
And she was all over me like a cheap suit
Then she bared herself, aha
And stripped my soul
Began to shake, rattle, and roll
Then I took control, yeah
But I know shes secretly cruel
I aint nobodys fool
Yeah, I know shes secretly cruel
Just when I though it was safe
She puts her lips to my face
Shes secretly, secretly cruel
Well she grabbed my hair
And I began to rise
I could tell what she wanted
By that look in her eyes, oh, ow
By that look in her eyes, yeah
I said come here babe and make it quick
She said not so fast
And had a drink
Well it aint just luck
But I better knock on wood
Shes gonna give me everything
Somehow I knew she would
Oh, but I know shes secretly cruel
I aint nobodys fool
Well, I know shes secretly cruel
I said baby youre the fire, but I am the fuel
Shes secretly, secretly cruel
Yeah, so cruel
Well it aint just luck (aint just luck)
But I better knock on wood, yeah
Shes gonna give me everything
Somehow I knew she would
Oh, but I know shes secretly cruel
I aint nobodys fool, nobodys fool
Secretly, shes so cruel (cruel)
Im in love, but I dont play the fool
Secretly, shes so cruel, secretly, so cruel
Cruel, yeah, cruel, yeah, cruel, yeah
I know shes secretly, shes so cruel, secretly, so cruel
Cruel, yeah, cruel, yeah, cruel, yeah
I know shes secretly, shes so cruel, secretly, shes so cruel
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, secretly, secretly cruel, cruel
song performed by by Kiss
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Because I Got High (Radio Edit)
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high
I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic
- because I got high
because I got high
because I got high
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo p***y too but then I got high
now I'm j***ing off and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
- cause I got high
cause I got high
cause I got high
I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
and if I dont sell one copy I know why
- cause I'm high
cause I'm high
cause I'm high
song performed by by Afroman from The Good Times
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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