at the risk of over-exposing myself
here's a poem of mine that's been around on the Forums for a couple of years
Let me wear my undies!
for Hansi
Naked's nice,
but when I feel
my little thong,
or briefs and bra,
rub, tickle, stroke and press
pain-promised parts,
girl-juices flow,
flesh softens,
tits skip,
I'm roused
to readiness.
They don't hide much,
just decorate
my offering
for you...
Your whip,
electric probe,
or lighted cigarette –
Such scanty smalls
won't guard me
from your
cruelty.
And,
when you want
to do what men do
I know you'll rip them off -
briefs tugged down,
bra torn away –
I like that too,
the naked now,
wholly accessible,
nothing can save me,
vulnerable victim,
quivering
thrill.
Still,
when you take me
out to the Whipping Post,
down to the Torture Chamber,
up to the Place of Crucifixion –
Let me wear my undies.
Please!
here's a poem of mine that's been around on the Forums for a couple of years
Let me wear my undies!
for Hansi
Naked's nice,
but when I feel
my little thong,
or briefs and bra,
rub, tickle, stroke and press
pain-promised parts,
girl-juices flow,
flesh softens,
tits skip,
I'm roused
to readiness.
They don't hide much,
just decorate
my offering
for you...
Your whip,
electric probe,
or lighted cigarette –
Such scanty smalls
won't guard me
from your
cruelty.
And,
when you want
to do what men do
I know you'll rip them off -
briefs tugged down,
bra torn away –
I like that too,
the naked now,
wholly accessible,
nothing can save me,
vulnerable victim,
quivering
thrill.
Still,
when you take me
out to the Whipping Post,
down to the Torture Chamber,
up to the Place of Crucifixion –
Let me wear my undies.
Please!