A fastidious lady called Kay
Regards sex with a certain dismay:
Not her moral beliefs,
But her girdle and briefs,
And her panty-hose get in the way.
Tag: underwear
Res ipso loquitur
The girl’s dress, gauzy, brief, rather racy,
Her underwear, skimpy and lacy,
Per se constituted
Consent to be rooted,
Incitement to crime, prima facie.
Overcome
She would, later on, frequently wonder where
Things went wrong. Touching him, under there!
Something came over her…
There in the clover… her
Tits… face… hands… belly and underwear!
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!
Egyptian girls
The Egyptian girl, made up with kohl,
Silken veiled, voluptuous doll,
Goes without underwear,
And she shaves off the hair,
To discreetly display the right hole!
La Paloma
The term prostitute seemed a misnomer;
They danced, the band played “La Paloma”.
He sniffed in the air…
From her damp underwear,
Her disturbingly musky aroma!
Love is blind
With their arms and their legs intertwined,
To all else but each other made blind,
Lost or torn underwear,
Lipstick smudged, ruined hair,
If they noticed, they seemed not to mind!
Give an inch
Though a flirt, and a bit of a tease,
Still, she’d let his hand up past her knees,
And once having got there,
Stockings, dress, underwear
Were discarded with relative ease!
Blind Freddie
A young woman, who scorned underwear,
Said “I like a cool breeze under there,
And I shave off the hair,
And bend over a chair,
So Blind Freddie can fuck me, not wonder where!”