Just a little diddle

The useless method of my valor

My body was bow-ing…

As I was looking out the window at bow-ing

Trying to get off, in time with those take-offs

A hangar there, a hangar here

Coming out of your closet…

That folded shirt

An un-wrinkle in time

That shows your checkered past

That story about how you are built-to-last

Only you can go the distance

Only you can finish this race

But…

My panties are there to be used

To cushion the flow, and capture your blow

My body is your body

Damn right I’m naughty

Speaking in my riddle

And all the while…

I’m still craving just a little…

Diddle