I have a little camisole

Ruby red and silky smooth

It glides over my body

Glistening as I move.

I bought it in a vintage shop

Had to have it on sight

It was like it was telling me

You'll be wearing me tonight.

A funny thing happens though

Each time I put it on

I get this naughty urge

It's a feeling so wickedly strong.

This spritely nightie

Puts tempting thoughts into my head

Makes me feel all tingly

And a vixen in the bed.

I throw down the gauntlet

Give in to this brazen lust

My chap don't know what's hit him

The pleasure has left him concussed.

It turns out that my camisole

Has a spell upon its silk

So every time I put it on

My mind just turns to filth.