There was once a young girl so refined,
All her knickers were Paris-designed;
These were eagerly sought,
And were swapped, sold and bought…
After fucking, she’d leave them behind!
Tag: no knickers
Keeping cool
That delightful young lady, Miss Watt,
Wears no knickers whenever it’s hot.
In the summer and spring
She wears hardly a thing,
And she shaves off the hair on her twat.
Breezy
Since she doesn’t wear knickers, Louise
Enjoys all through the day a cool breeze.
For a quickie at work
It’s a wonderful lurk,
And it saves her some time when she pees.
Sans souci
Through the smock that my parlour-maid dons
You can see her luxuriant mons:
It occasions more snickers
Than if she wore knickers,
Which garment she tends to go sans!
Undress code
He did think there was something afoot,
When she said “I’ll just go to the toot.”
She came back, as she’d planned,
Her damp knickers in hand…
A plain message, and splendidly put!
Going begging
God! I’m so fucking horny! she joked.
What’s a girl got to do to get poked?
Wave her knickers about,
Shouting “Oi lads! My shout!”?
If I’d worn them, by now they’d be soaked!
Cheeky
Bosom thrust out, pert, chewing her gum,
Skirt just short of the cheeks of her bum,
And no knickers, the bitch!
Just the way that they twitch
Quite sufficient to get off, for some!
Lady Godiva
The lad stared at nude Lady Godiva.
“She ain’t got no knickers on, neiver!”
He muttered, in shock,
As he tugged at his cock,
Moistened somewhat with gobs of saliva.