cast no aspersions, I am chaste
my only lover binds my waist
its steel-boned leather kept strait-laced
so lithe, so feminine
my sweetheart hugs me without slack
supports my aching broken back
a saviour – no torture rack!
I stand upright within
to see myself in its embrace
a woman of such slender grace
o racing heart! o blushing face!
my thoughts are in a spin