I stood in awe, transfixed at what I saw.
You always wore the sexiest of clothes,
But I had never seen the like before.
I felt my pulse race at the sight of those.
Thin and frilly, short and to the point,
As see-through as the patterns in my mind,
Designed your perfect body to anoint,
To magnify the way I felt inclined.
In wonderment I could not move my eyes,
I felt that I had found the promised land.
Such wanton bliss I only could surmise,
Fulfillment of the plans that I had planned.
Oh that was such a moment, so divine,
While I stood gazing at your washing line.