that lingerie thing
Here’s a little thingy
About how man loves his lingerie
Here’s a growing third leg
As he begs
Pants
For her skirt
To be lifted
He likes a bit of stocking and suspender
A fishnet defender
For the dying art of hosiery
He’s a growing lad
And he skips the tom boy fads of fashion
They don’t turn him on
Doesn’t flick the switch
Nor scratch the bitch of an itch
Girls in men’s clothes
He knows this is wrong
Doesn’t turn him on
likes lace and lingerie
Silk panel eye candy
handy images
Flipping through the lingerie pages
Taking the journey in stages
From sun page 3
In 50,60,70s lingerie
To VHS and DVD
And finally
To the real thing.
Stood over him
Domineering.
What is beneath the dress
She likes to impress
So she ‘clads’ up
A million and one suspender clips
Cant get enough of shapely hips
And DD cups
From petite frame to ample gain
Every one has its own unique beauty
Its all in the mind
All in the detail
All Cuban heels and seams
Make for sticky dreams indeed
High heel acrobats feed on him
And he wonders how they do that
In heels so high
They shall both fall exhausted
Sticky going dry
Just like the pages
All those years ago.
<Deleted User> (7212)
Mon 30th Aug 2010 20:51
Ahhhh - suspenders & stockings - pass us a tissue. Brilliant sexy poem. I'll post a poem wot I wrote quite a while ago on this very same subjeck :)
It's called "you've got wood". B