By William Chatgptspeare!

Cool metal grazes earlobes, thrilling still,
Pearls trace my neck, their glide a tender sigh.
Silk brushes arms, a shiver soft, yet will,
While lace commands my chest to lift and fly.
My waist is cinched, the corset’s tight embrace,
Each breath constrained, my ribs held firm and true.
Knickers caress my hips, with gentle grace,
And satin glides along my thighs anew.
Stockings climb, their threads a whispered tease,
Taut straps grip, molding every curve they find.
Heels arch my feet, my calves bend with such ease,
A dress skims close, its rhythm unconfined.
Each fabric hugs, each layer claims my form,
Alive in joy, a body reformed.

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