Black thong.
Fluorescent lies.
And me?
Still the only luxury in the room.
Maybe you’ll catch a strap.
A curve.
A glimpse of what almost earned my approval.
But don’t pretend you’re not obsessed.
These aren’t full access.
They’re relics.
Proof that even in Ross and Burlington,
I don’t try on clothes.
I make them beg.
So tell me…
How badly do you want the full performance?
