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: panties
Al fresco 1
She starts giggling; he comes and withdraws.
“Hush!” he says, (which she laughs and ignores),
“What if somebody sees?”
She grins, (panties round knees),
“That’s the whole point of fucking outdoors!”
Weeping and gnashing of teeth
He’d seduce girls, then leave while they slept,
Couldn’t bear to be there when they wept,
For lost love, for divorce,
And their panties, of course…
Which he put in his pocket and kept.
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.
Cheap thrills
She enjoyed the mad thrill of a quickie,
Wore proudly a scratch, bruise or hickey,
Liked watching them sniff,
When their nose caught a whiff
Of her panties, still fragrant and sticky!
High fashion
Denim shorts cut alarmingly high…
Panties glimpsed through the half-open fly…
The crotch frayed to a thread…
It could never be said
The young hussy who wore them was shy!
Don't look now
She bent down, as if pulling her sock up;
He glanced round, then lifted her frock up.
His fly was unzipped,
Her thin panties were ripped;
It was done! What mad fun! What a cock-up!
No VPL
“Are your panties silk, lacy, white cotton?”
“Excuse me! You’re perfectly rotten!
How dare you ask that!”
“Well, your skirt seemed so flat,
I suspected they’d been quite forgotten.”
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!