My favorite panties are not all silk
and sex appeal, not matching set wet dream,
intricate intimates, lace deflowered.
They are cotton, classic, gray and fraying
blood-stained battle armor, soaking in sweat,
are bottom of the drawer, camel toe with
every pair of leggings, sale section at
Target, utilitarian fashion.
When I say panties, think granny’s under-
garments pinned to the clothes line, think well-worn
fabric. When I say panties, think this
is the most vulnerable I have ever
been in front of you, standing here in this
less-than-seductive underwear, making
your breath hitch in spite of my period panties.
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