Yellow moonlight
Falls softly
On garden stones;
I appreciate the love
Emanating from angelic creatures
Walking the boulevards
Of delectable dreams.

I’m always spinning joyously
Into the arms of mystery,
I eat desire with an unquenchable appetite;
In my mind, panties burn with amorous fire!

Uriah Hamilton

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/panties/