“Oh! It’s just you… you gave me a scare!”
She said, shower-damp, glistening, bare…
“Don’t you live down the street?
Would you please be so sweet
As to pass the shampoo while you’re there?”
Tag: exhibitionist
Mowing
Tanned and oiled, her flawless skin glowing,
The edge of her nipples just showing,
Nice camel-toe too…
Little slut! (as she new…)
Let the poor boy get on with his mowing!
Pout
Her short dress, riding up on her hips…
She bends down… pussy pout… puffy lips!
Does she know? Does she care?
(She’s in fact quite aware
Of the rattle of unzipping zips!)
Curiosity piqued
God, she thought. The damn chap has a cheek!
Creeping, looking through keyholes, the sneak.
Never mind. What the hell?
She’s quite chuffed, truth to tell…
If he wants to peek, let the man peek!
Out there
Her new dress was… umm… more than suggestive,
The look, what there was of it festive…
Bows here and there…
She went out, for a dare,
And the natives were bug-eyed and restive!
Pop tart
“You like tits? Whatcha think about these?”
She said, poppin em out… bloody tease!
“Ain’t they great?” she said, gigglin,
Big bouncy boobs jigglin.
“So go on then. Give em a squeeze!”
Dirty tricks
You can just see her naked, for free.
For a couple of bucks, watch her pee…
Any quirk, any vice,
It’s a matter of price…
There ain’t much she won’t do, for a fee.
Cutting a swathe
Splendid bosom, just barely contained,
Bouncing, swaying, uncurbed, unrestrained!
Lovely arse, tiny skirt …
Boners so hard it hurt,
The boys ogled. Nobody complained.
Omnibus
On the bus, when she noticed a draught,
She thought “Jesus! A girl must be daft!
Well, thank goodness I waxed!”
Then she shrugged and relaxed.
“Let them look if they want to!” she laughed.
A hem
Her hands clutching the hem of her dress,
Which just covers her bum, more or less,
Her eyes don’t meet the eyes
Of the wolf-whistling guys,
Though she knows that they’re looking, I guess.