Lingerie shop
I'm looking in the window, I take a deep breath and go inside, its the first time I've opened the door, though so many times I've tried
Surrounded by so much pretty underwear, I didn't know where to look, I'd only see this much lingerie, was in a Ann Summers book
Then the lady came from out the back, she could see the blush upon my cheek, she smiled at me so kindly, then asked what items did I seek
I told her I'd met a very special girl, and I wished to buy a gift, she showed me some types of bra, some they made a cleavage as they lift
I told her your size, I peeked inside your push up bra then I checked inside your lacey panties, I hope I didn't go a step to far
She helped me pick out some pretty sets, I chose some lacey Red, Pink and Black, she gave me a gift receipt in case you wanted to bring them back
We picked out suspenders, lacey stocking and fishnets, then she showed me to the nighties, it seemed i wasn't finished shopping yet
Babydolls were retro, she told me they were back in style, we went through all the designs and colours, it took a little while
I left with so many bags of things, pretty lacey outfits for my girl, I hope I get a fashion show, perhaps you do a catwalk and a twirl
Now I'm a regular in the lingerie shop, the owner even knows my name, though I'm quite used to it, the memory remains
The memory of standing there, looking at the lingerie inside, feeling the embarrassment not just going in and how many times I tried
THE KINKY POET