We writers are notorious for writing in our pajamas and bathtubs au naturel...
And we love to give our heroines a killer wardrobe...and those stilettos, wow!
But what about her underwear?
You've heard of the red shoes...why not the red bra?
When I found this ultra sexy photo on www.Dreamstime.com, I knew I had to write a poem about a lady's obsession with her underwear...
The Red Bra
Intrigued am I by underwear
A subject we don’t often dare
But we make such a fuss
About what goes under our baby tees
It’s a form of modern striptease
We wiggle and shake, squeeze and tug
Hoping our lover will not shrug
But search for his prize
Under our T-shirt disguise
What will he find to please his eye?
And makes us giggle, laugh, and sigh?
A lacy bra so pretty and red
And then it’s off we go eagerly to bed
No losers here when all is said and done
It’s a game we play and so much fun!