Backless Dress

I wore a shimmering red backless dress
With four-inch heels and three strands of black pearls
Designed to catch the eyes of dukes and earls —
Though most of them claimed they could not care less —
And had my hair up in a contrived mess
Just like my rivals, all the college girls
With auburn highlights, top knots, and tight curls
So popular with members of the press.

My undergarments, though of silk and lace,
Looked too much like the ones suburban wives
Might choose, but to perpetuate the race
The slit up to my thighs (the Devil drives
My own libido) offers up no grace:
No man who laid his hand on me survives.