She was beautiful, red-cheeked and fresh,
Wearing panties, bra, stockings of mesh;
He imagined what he
Would be doing were she
Not a photo, but there in the flesh!
Tag: bra
Starting at the top
When her bra straps had been gently eased
Off her shoulders, her nipples been teased
Until taut and erect,
Did she fret or object?
No, she wanted her goddam tits squeezed!
Archimedes’ principle
Women’s breasts are assessed by quotation
Of bra size, that cryptic notation,
Say 34B,
38 double-D;
Note: the latter give better flotation.
The value of manners
She’d been slowly, politely denuded,
Her panties and bra too included;
Spreadeagled, she lay,
With those parts on display,
Where no man, before him, had intruded.
Girt
Her full breasts dangled over her girdle;
Her bra gone, her tights still to hurdle.
“Come on!” she cried, giggling,
Her big bosom jiggling,
“My milk is beginning to curdle!”
Compatible
They discussed body-art and film noir,
Retro-chic and soft porn and Degas;
Then they drank more tequila,
And by Pancho Villa,
She’d stripped to her panties and bra.
Sweater girl
She felt sexy, dressed in her tight sweater;
Not wearing a bra made it better!
When men turned to stare,
Had she chosen to wear
Any panties, they’d now be much wetter!
The gasp
He unfastened her brassiere clasp;
She emitted a small startled gasp.
But the next part was best,
When he licked at each breast,
With a tongue like a hot, fleshy rasp.
Consider the lilies of the field
Her silk panties were rather too frilly,
Her peek-a-boo bra just looked silly;
With breasts such as those,
And a cunt like a rose,
Lingerie was just gilding the lily!
A peculiar thing
A girl’s bra’s quite a curious thing,
Just two triangles, joined by some string
That uncertainly sits
On her unruly tits
Which would much rather dangle and swing.