...the bouncy thatch
of my ***** hair
beneath my
purple cotton *******,
flatten your
sweet palm firmly
against my
eager, wanting public bone,
pressing perfectly as
I quiver.
and I shiver,
and just lay there,
and let you  
feeeeeeeeeel me  
forever and ever,
Amen.

Old Pantaloons, a Chiasmus
by Michael R. Burch

Old pantaloons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to feel
that which they long most to steal.

Old ***** loons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to steal
that which they long most to feel.

Keywords/Tags: chiasmus, pantaloons, *****, loons, *******, pun, wordplay, underwear, fetish, lingerie, pervert, perverts, *******

Sniffing her **** cloth,
                    so fresh..

Hanging in the wind..
            
The moon shows him,
               there like flags on
                        a hill top to capture...

She wakes up in the morning
             to find that her Frenches

have gone a miss...

Hearing the sneezes,
             from her next door
but one neighbour..


"You perv..
                "Watch out what you sniff,


Her ****** never went missing after that day,

                           but her eyes did water a few
                                                              da­ys later...

Forgetting that the itching sneezing  powder
                                      wasn't in only one..
  
           and she giggled as she gently scratched.

a
chap
at
a
poetry
site
asked
a
poetess
to
send
him
her
silk
*******
well
his
request
didn't
go
down
too
well
she
was
shocked
by
the
audaciousness
of
him
wanting
her
tail
coverings
the
thought
did
cross
her
mind
that
he
was
of
the
cross-dressing
kind

you picked me up if your Honda, I could hear you coming from a mile away.
I had waited weeks to see you. my heart was the happiest it has been since before you ended it with me.
you took me for a long 130mph ride, and it was so thrilling
but not as thrilling as knowing I was in your car next to you.
afterward, you slid off to a side street before you took me to my house.
you kissed me and I felt on fire and electric like an any moment you and I would spark into flames.
you took yourself out of your pants and I so obliged because I wanted to.
next thing I knew your hand was on my next and you were moaning and I was swallowing.
you said 'take your ******* off' and I did - I was always submissive with you.
you didn't take your time, you did it over and done with. quick.
after, you drive me to my house, and said 'I gotta go' and put your first out for a fist bump.
my hand nervous, took the action as simple.
I slid my ******* into my purse, and got out of your car.
and before I knew it you were driving away.
is this this what a year and a half and then breaking up looks like?

My fair - skinned stranger
As you sit across from me.
Nylon leggings; short skirt,
All black Ed Hardy t-shirt,
Pretty Little Kitty, smiling at me.
                                                  Before I could let you know,
                                                  I looked up, and you winked at me!

I hate you.
For not protecting me
Yes, you *******!