I Wish I Had a Boyfriend Who Liked Lingerie

I Wish I Had a Boyfriend Who Liked Lingerie
We could stroll past
pretty things
together
He would touch
something sheer and silky
pause
and glance
Do they have this
in your size
my love?
Or he would sit pasha like
while I changed
and hooked
and laced
until I was feathered and boned
He suited and overcoated
while I barely covered
at all
and we both imagined me
on my knees