Musings by The Poet Loriet
White Lace Panties
You picked them out for me,
said white lace turned you on,
couldn't wait to see them,
so I gave you a peek.
We kissed passionately,
the rush of getting caught
making our desire insistent,
heightening every touch.
Your fingers burned,
your tongue tantalized,
and you left me breathless,
dizzy and wanting more.
I kept my secret just for you,
my white lace panties,
G-string naughty and
virginity white nice-
caressing my desires
and making me
think about you
every time I crossed
and uncrossed my legs.
I can't wait to feel
your rough hands on
my gentle lace, your
soft tongue teasing
the edges of them...
A moment in white lace
is not nearly long enough
to explore what passions
lie beneath.
Give me a clock
without any hands,
a day without minutes,
and I'll give you my lace
without a reservation.
Lori Beal
said white lace turned you on,
couldn't wait to see them,
so I gave you a peek.
We kissed passionately,
the rush of getting caught
making our desire insistent,
heightening every touch.
Your fingers burned,
your tongue tantalized,
and you left me breathless,
dizzy and wanting more.
I kept my secret just for you,
my white lace panties,
G-string naughty and
virginity white nice-
caressing my desires
and making me
think about you
every time I crossed
and uncrossed my legs.
I can't wait to feel
your rough hands on
my gentle lace, your
soft tongue teasing
the edges of them...
A moment in white lace
is not nearly long enough
to explore what passions
lie beneath.
Give me a clock
without any hands,
a day without minutes,
and I'll give you my lace
without a reservation.
Lori Beal
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White Lace Panties
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