A young man’s mantra
In placket, blouse or pinafore,
For once a damsel has thy scent,
She may plead more than sport my friend.
But look before they leap perchance,
Manhandled sweet voluptuous skin,
May spill the beans to kith or kin.
When chambering it’s hard to see,
What’s plain as flame in broad daylight,
But somewhat hid by candlelight.
Leave cheque book, pen, at home tonight,
Keep hands from buttons worn and slick,
Tread not where zips slide way too quick.
© Joseph G Dawson
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