CONTENTS
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HER PANTIES
36 DOUBLE D (achieving balance)
GIRRL IN PINK
PLEASE
MY PRIVACY
POETRY FIX
CONNOISSEUR
I’LL BE YOUR PURSE

HER PANTIES

I want to be her panties
Randomly picked out in the morning
Put on with sleepy incomprehension
But I am fully aware as I slide up her legs
An am pulled up snug around her
I will protect her from the seam
In her jeans
And the rest of the world

She won’t know my color
Cause she just doesn’t care
In the morning
She won’t know it’s me at the apex
Of her thighs holding her punahny
All day

As she walks I’ll feel her slide
Against me
When she’s listening to her honey
Being naughty
Cumming on her voice-mail
I’ll be wet from her

In the evening when she strips me
Away leaving remnants of our
Daylong tryst on me
I’ll cry for the lack of her
Cold and forgotten I’ll lay there along with the
Other worn day-clothes ‘til she takes me
Away to be cleaned so I’ll be ready
For her again

I want to be her panties

36 DOUBLE D (achieving balance)

From the time I was sixteen
and developed an interest
Again and again I heard the same
Refrain from the same song

The boys and girls would sing to me
“It’s not about your tits
I’m here to be with you,”
And I thought, ’well, what’s wrong with my tits?’

My breasts are beautifully ripe melons
Sweet and succulent to taste
They sway and bounty to my rhythm of
walk and dance
They are pendulous, weighty and
Some mouth and hands full
So I learned when I met my titty freak

She had a new song for me to hear
It went, ‘I love your tits and I like you too’
And I though it’s about time
We all had an affair where
She would lick them and lift them
She would hold them and weigh them
She marveled at them and worshipped them
She dressed them up and took them out
She couldn’t get enough
And I thought, ’I have had enough’

I had realized that we
Weren’t in a threesome
It was a twosome and I was
Along for the ride

Her fetish and I parted ways
My breasts and her carried on some
Then, as luck would have it, my tits are loyal
And wither I go, they go

And I thought, ‘it’s about time’.

GIRRL IN PINK

Tough girrl, strong girrl
Wrapped in a package with a pink bow.

She says she likes the color. I agree.
A tiny little Miss like her should
Be in pink.

I don’t believe that in her lists
Of options,
She thinks of my pink.

I have this urge to share,
When she says if she had more
Pink to wear, she would

PLEASE

You got what I need
Cinnamon eyes and full kisses
Serious thighs to squeeze me
Tender sighs and sweet smiles
If I say please,

Turns a strong upright woman
Into a girl on her knees
Assists me in finding the soft wet
Part of me
Into which you slide all that you;ve got
If I say please,

Shoulders pressed down,
Fists clenched in sheets,
You part my lips, I lift my hips,
You shake my spine
When I say, Please.

MY PRIVACY

You say you want to see my
Private moments,
What it s that I do when I’m on my own,
All alone,
…Okay

Knees bent and spread wide, with my pants
Pushed down around my ankles…
I’m flushed under your hot honeyed gaze,

I move my shirt and shift my bra to feel
That heat on my cocoa nips,
Fingers lightly pinching to give the echo
Of your kiss,

My bared-for-you pussy begins to melt,
While you lay across the bed and
Look,
As if the afternoon sun was heating me
With streaming light,

I begin to ache as wetted fingers tease
Lips and slick curls,
Even with eyes shut tight I can feel your
Attention,
Focused on dew covered fingers a sliding
Over my clit,

So close…
With you watching me sweet,
My digits moving to a staccato beat,

Maybe I can get there if I jerk my shit
Using as my own…
Your fingertips…

My hips clip at a spastic rate feeling you
Making the difference,
Participating while I masturbate,

…will
…I
…show you my
…privacy
…what it is
…that I do
…when I’m all alone?
Oh yessss…

POETRY FIX

I’m addicted to the words that flow
In me,
To the words that spill from your
Lips,
Washing over me, around me,
Splashing in my mind,

I take home the ripples and I feel
The waves for days,
Lapping at my shores like long
Hot licks,
I lay there savoring the flavors
Coming at me,

I just got my poetry fix

CONNOISSEUR

A girl walked by and
I
Could smell her pussy,

Not meaning
She
Was rank or thick,

Just that I know the smell of
Pussy
As it walks by,

Does that show that I
Inadvertently
Am a connoisseur?

I’LL BE YOUR PURSE

Hum hmmmm, here it comes…
Three to one and yet you all make me
Feel as the odds favor me,
Don’t you think I noticed your helpful,
Suggestions for how I should dress?

When I pulled out my short-of-space
Disco pants you all asked about my
Back baggies,
Or maybe my khakis with the side pockets?

Now you all wait ‘til we’re just about
To leave the car,
First one, then another…say my name
“What? Do I have any room?
“Yeah, I’ll hold your IDs, moneys, your
lip sticks…

“Okay, you get the front right and you
get the front left,
“Which leaves the back left for you.”
Then, all night, you all sidle up and
Slip your hands in the
Pocket of design.

Now, here’s the trick of it…
See, they get to wear the tight and
Sexy clothes with no pockets,
An I…I get mine dipped into all
Night long.