She’ll bust out laughing If I give her this lacy white bra – throw it in my face. It will land on my nose all agog, the fretwork revealing my old man lust.
She’ll think I’m a boob for lassoing her with a metal stay disguised as the propriety she denies as easily as she lies about her age.
She’ll know if I give her this lacy white bra, she’ll know I want to unclasp . . . . If I give her this lacy white bra my palms will snag on the tatting, sticking, unable to pull away without tearing.
She’ll titter and take off her plain white panties with the slippery bow – a loopy x on a map I can’t read.
If I give her this lacy white bra she’ll take my face and guide me to an ellipsis.