Spare a thought for a girl in a thong…
Things might not quite stay where they belong…
Just imagine such mishaps
As dangling piss flaps…
Or worse, if the worst should go wrong!
Tag: thong
Out of his league
Her tight, pink little thong, at the beach.
Barely covers her cunt, like a peach…
Perky nipples, small tits,
Oiled, dazzling, she sits,
Just a yard away… quite out of reach!
On edge
She was out shopping, horny and edgy…
Her tight thong a maddening wedgie
Beneath her short frock…
God! She needed some cock!
A juice bottle? Some suitable vegie?
Murphy’s law
She walked down the street humming a song,
In her little short dress and her thong…
Her big tits bounced and swung…
What a joy to be young!
A bit cheeky… but what could go wrong?
G rated
It was flimsy, and small, and opaque,
Like a fig-leaf, cheap, tacky and fake,
Just a little g-string,
A tight, scratchy wee thing,
She wore, just for decency’s sake.
A thin line
What American girls call a thong
Is a dreadful sartorial wrong.
Though the bit at the front
May just cover the cunt,
The rest gets where it doesn’t belong!