Her arse cheeks hanging out of her skirt,
Flimsy, clingy excuse for a shirt…
Tasty titbits to munch,
Juicy pussy for lunch,
And her sweet little arse for dessert!
Tag: short skirt
Slim pickings
Perky titties, and lean as a whippet.
Her skirt little more than a snippet
Attracting one’s gaze,
As one thought of the ways,
And the holes into which one might slip it!
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!
Not passing muster
Her low neckline was showing one breast;
Her short skirt barely covered the rest.
Though her bag matched her shoes,
In most club members’ views
She looked common, and quite underdressed.
Rooting for the team
All those cheer-squad girls, small town dreamers,
Their little short skirts and their streamers,
Discuss where they’ll go,
When their boyfriends turn pro…
And, of course, when they root, they’re all screamers!
Brevity, the soul of wit
Her short skirt and tight blouse were suggestive;
The men standing round her grew restive.
“Garn! Show us some tit!”
Said one notable wit.
Her sharp glance proved that looks are deceptive.
The vamp
Sexy, stylish, pert, quite the young vamp!
Other girls whispered she was a tramp.
Underneath her short skirt,
Which she’d hitch up, and flirt,
Frilly panties, decidedly damp!
Mother knows best
When her mother said “Daughter, beware!”
And advised her take care what she wear,
She said “Honestly, Mum!
No, you can’t see my bum!
Nor my tits! He’ll do what? Touch me where?”
Skirting the issue
The girl’s skirt’s altogether too short;
Her breasts lack any means of support.
Has she no thought, or dread,
In her pretty young head,
Of the risk with which such dress is fraught?
Forethought
She’d hoped not, but the poor girl was caught,
Since her skirt was a hand’s-breadth too short.
She’d thought “Who’d know, or care
About no underwear?
If I wear it or not?” Well, she ought!