*Bro-in-law wrote it.
High stockings and classy,
No skirt, but not trashy,
Just a corseted bust
With buttons down her back.
The curves of a wine bottle
With sweetness within it,
Ten bucks to win it,
But don't get me wrong -
That's only for dinner.
Smooth and flowing,
High heels and glowing,
But not just any -
Black stilettos and lace.
Silk-lined gloves with a velvety touch,
Buttermilk cold, but butterscotch warm,
A black fur scarf not covering much -
The elegant beauty of a butterly swarm.
A soft neck with pearls,
True wine button girls,
Corseted closed
With sweetness within it,
One night to win it,
But don't get me wrong -
The corset stays on.
Dazzling to the eyes
From her face to her thighs,
From her thighs to her lips,
From her lips to her hips.
From her hips to her hair,
From her hair to her back,
From her back to her front,
From her front to her rump.
A tall glass of wine, but buttoned up tight -
Not whorish, not loose, not nasty -
Just right.
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