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love catalogs

In the land of catalogs, a young man did dwell,
With dreams of adventure, he'd giggle and yell,
For he found his delight in the lingerie section,
A source of masturbation, and a sneaky affection.

He'd flip through the pages, wide-eyed and amazed,
At the bras and the panties, all styles and shades,
Lacy and frilly, in hues quite divine,
A world of undergarments, oh, how they'd shine!

He'd ponder the purpose of push-ups and lace,
And wonder if they could help him keep up the pace,
With bras that claimed lift and a perfect fit,
He'd chuckle and ponder, but no, he'd admit.

He'd muse on the names, oh so clever and bold,
Like "Enchanted Elegance" and "Silky Smooth Gold,"
And laugh at the notion that undies had flair,
A comedic fascination beyond compare.

But deep down inside, a thought would soon dawn,
Of the respect and care for each garment well drawn,
For every lace stitch and each hook and eye,
Represented stories of comfort, never sly.

In the land of catalogs, laughter did reign,
But so did the knowledge that empathy's gain,
Understanding and grace, even in a grin,
For we're all on this journey, imperfect within.