We use this book to prop up a light at the window display, not because it is not good, but because it has the potential to look salacious. Of course it is for sale.

Ah, Love, you smell of petroleum
and overwork
with grease on your fingernails,
paint in your hair
there is a pained look in your eye
from no appreciation
you speak to me of the lilacs
and appleblossoms we ought to have
the banquets we should be serving,
afterwards rubbing each other for hours
with tenderness and genuine
olive oil
someday. Meantime here is your cracked plate
with spaghetti. Wash your hads &
touch me, praise
my cooking. I shall praise your calluses.
We shall dance in the kitchen of our imagination.

by Judy Grahn
‘Ah, Love, you smell of petroleum’

(taken from What Sappho Would Have Said)

From between the ’50s to the ’70s, browse the rest of our vintage lingerie if you are one to mind what’s naked to the eye. I also know they are even better to take out of the intended context of lingerie dressing, to unintended dressing!