I still have my knickers!

They are a little worn

But not torn

Colour still vivid

Not faded

They fit well

But you can tell

I'm inside them

But also outside

They used to slip

On and Off

Like a smoker's cough

Off more than on

They were pulled off

Slipped off

Yanked off

Eased off

They were left on the floor

By the door

Around my ankles

Below my bum

They were never mine

I just wore them

Men explored them

Men adored them

I still have my panties

My adventures unspoken

But in the elastic and material

Lies my story