Of all the glorious opportunities for worship a Woman's existence offers, your perverted little brain can only focus on one thing: Her panties.

You can't help but marvel at the way the thin cotton fabric presses against My pussy, soaking up My essence. You lose your mind imagining what they'd smell like, what they'd taste like, to have the golden opportunity to get as close to Me as you could ever hope to get...because, as a pussyless freak, My panties are all you have.

The viewer is assumed to have a penis. Gender neutral.