Another One for Obi (getting mature themed)

She was formed in the darkness
behind a closed door
She was tempting, delicious
my buttery whore
She imprisoned my jealousy
and garments I craved
And the drink that transformed me
considered depraved
She molested long stockings
I wore when I shaved
and bikini-like skivvies and hot lingerie
(I like dancing about with my smalls hanging out)
When I get home from Obi's
I'll look for her there
She's my confidant mistress
ma muse du repaire!