She had pretty much nought but a smile on,
A wisp of silk (maybe just nylon).
He walked through the door,
Dropped his jeans on the floor,
Balls like apples, a cock like a pylon!
Tag: silk
She’s a keeper
There’s a pretty young girl what ‘e pampers
Wiv silk things n jewels n champers.
“E says “Gimme head!”
Or like “Get into bed!”
And she don’t muck about, like, she scampers!
The lothario
Smoking jacketed, red satin slippered,
Silk trousers already unzippered,
He mixed her a drink,
Which was, later she’d think,
Like his lovemaking, bloody insipid!
Imperfect recollection
Were her panties silk? Maybe just cotton.
Her tits? Were they big? He’d forgotten.
She’d seemed keen enough,
But it must have been bluff.
She’d cried after. He’d felt a bit rotten.
Silk
The soft silk subtly altered its sheen;
Underneath which her breasts could be seen,
Her erect nipples’ tips,
And the curve of her hips,
The intriguing dark parts in between!
Chiaroscuro
Her loose blouse, sheer, silken or crepe,
She’d left carelessly buttoned, agape.
Through the fabric light danced,
Light and shadow enhanced…
Her breasts’ movement, their texture and shape.
The silk road
Disbelieving, she heard the silk rip;
Her eyes widened, she bit on her lip,
And, heart thumping, breath bated,
She anticipated
The hiss and the sting of the whip.
Insight
She sipped tea, and she nibbled her toast,
In the crossword completely engrossed.
Her silk dressing-gown gaped;
Her left breast, thus undraped,
Was decidedly nicer than most.
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.”
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!