Lace it Up

Red ones? Ivory? Black or lace?
Help me, lover, set the pace.
Which lacy thing doth turn you on?
Thigh-high? Crotchless? Perhaps a thong?

Victoria, she knows my name.
My secret will put hers to shame.
Can you please tell me ‘fore I shop
Which lacy thing makes Daddy pop?

Variety is spice, it’s true.
I want my lover spicy, too.
Just tell me, babe, give me a hint.
How do you feel ‘bout leopard print?

Stilettos? Pumps or open toes?
Share, sexy man, which footwear goes
With what I don for this, our pending
Freak-fest, flowing, never-ending?

Shall I dance first? Writhe, bring some heat
To jazz or rock or jungle beat?
Let me amuse your eyes, your ears,
Your fantasies engaged, in gear.

I’ll peel for you. Layers stripped.
Please instruct, where go my lips?
Talk to me, lover. Guide me slow.
Shall I ride you where you go?

Take me now, it’s all for you.
Now I get to talk YOU through.
Dare I instruct the master’s flow?
Oh, no, sweet lover, just don’t let go!