#underwear
Oh dear!
--
So sheer!
--
No coverage
In the rear!
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 8:12 PM UTC
Never wear another's
underwear...
Because even though
you cant see it..
There will always be an odour, stain
that marks your every movement.
And the only blemish will be on you,
cos you choose to wear
another's pants.
Its not the same as there shoes,
your just weird wearing there
***** underwear.
worse of all you showed
everyone them
who does this anyway.
You were meant to be a friend,
but you told everyone
what was in there underwear...
the metaphor lost to some,
so wear some shoes instead..
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 6:14 PM UTC
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, **********
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
There's a thin line
between simple
fashion faux pas
and the sin of visibility
She'd rather go commando
than be found out
hark! 'tis her own sisters
who will roast her alive
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
My wife doesn't know
Which is worse:
That this comes in only two sizes
Or that it's reusable!
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 7:40 PM UTC
You wear it too long.
It gets *****
***** but unseen.
Change inside.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
I sat there in my overalls
In a lavished living room
With the lights off
I was doing too much
I had to give them a break
I’m always doing something I should’nt be
I wish I knew more
You walked in
I think you asked me why I was alone
Or maybe you said I shouldn’t be alone
All I know is you put your hand on my leg
Up my overalls
Told me I should be wearing underwear
Can’t remember much after that
I don’t think you went any farther
But who knows
I must’ve been maybe 5 or so
And everything before middle school is pretty foggy
It made me wish I would of stayed quiet
when they told me to
I would’nt of been alone
But then again who expects a kid to be quiet
Especially at a holiday party
Oh well
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC
When I can't tell if
My underwear is
clean or not,
I sniff it. But
regardless
of the smell
I still wear
it anyways
since my
*** always
be so
Fine.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
if the dollar that paid for my soda
was ever in a strippers underwear.
And then...I wonder
if the cashier is ever thinking the same thing.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
What if
my underwear attacked
controlling all my actions
man o man, that would be whack
Twisting turning fabrics
so crushed and contorted
genitals now squeezed
awkward and distorted
What could they want
what do they desire
hiding in my pants
as consequences dire
It's the reason obvious
why commando is my choice
sans the underwear
giving them
no voice
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
- W. B. Yeats: The Second Coming
Dachshund
Bred to burrow after badgers,
what's he doing here?
Terrorizing the underwear
behind my couch.
Is he a true hund,
or just a pan-fried sausage
with a Bluto chest?
I wonder what they called him
back then, in the Black Forest,
when dogs were dogs.
Tracker? Hunter?
Try: Baron Von Putt-Putt Tootsie Roll.
I'm Scot myself.
My people once sacked York.
No, this isn't York.
It's Plano, Texas.
Don't think a Dachshund and a Scot
can't sack Dallas from here.
Until then, we play our little game:
What rough ****** slouches toward my underwear?
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
If i could, i would totally mass ****** you all
its nothing personal i swear
i just really wanna be most tall
and i wanna go to the store in my underwear
i wanna drive boats through streets. YOUR boats
and i really cant stand lines
honestly, why is it so hard to buy some oats?
its super not-personal guys so dont wine
but id totally mass ****** you all
ill do it gently so dont worry
i dont like blood or dead stuff
but i do like not risking my life when i cross the street in a hurry
im sure you understand why its tough
but the decision has been made
these things are vital and necessary
i must accept this life trade
in exchange for me being merry
in my boat
in my underwear
at the store
also dead people
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
Ya ever notice, standing at the toilet or ******
you unzip your pants, and pull it out, mercurial
Never pausing to think, waistband pushed aside
just the quickest route, no way that that's denied
I guess I could sell, all of my old underwear as new
as my fly has never had, my ***** poking through
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
I want to write you a poem concerning how I feel.
It has to come across as meaningful and real.
So I wrote a little bit about my gratitude for plumbing.
Praising pipes and faucets just sets my fingers strumming.
Then I thought this wasn't good and to this make amends.
So I started out on lust, counting down my favorite sins.
What am I? A charlitain? A purveyor of filth and ****
Someone who speaks of things he wants to stick up in your ****
No my dear tis not the case at least not this time around.
I'd rather set your mind to ease not run your ship aground.
So let's start by whispering something soft meant to ease.
You can use my sleeve to wipe your nose should you ever sneeze.
Wasn't that not good enough? A little gross for your taste?
Let try to redeem myself I promise I'll make haste.
She approaches draped in honey surrounded by an amber glow.
Knowing things I can assure, you may not want to know.
Like the sun was to Icarus it is her smile that melts my heart.
Without her works to inspire I wouldn't know where to start.
So it's her you have to blame if it's this line you do not like.
I gotta warn ya, if she likes, I'll put your head upon a spike.
Lips like fire smoldering under eyes an emerald green.
Yes I know I got it wrong Todd my eyes aren't so keen.
I'd like to say in closing a great many things.
To spout a song so beautiful like the first few days of spring.
But alas I'll fail you and end this ridiculousness.
By saying I adore you and I need to take a ****
So tis here I leave you but never for much too long.
I'll cross your mind again one day when you hear my favorite song.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
Why is it that every night
I change into my pajamas
Only to remove them
Ten minutes later
As I climb into bed
In my undergarments?
I reckon it is the routine
That calms me from my day,
Shedding the skin of
One day to embrace another.
It is the preparation
For my seven hour
Sabbath where I rest
From my seventeen hours
Of work, play, and relationships -
Responsibilities that keep me
Too busy to take a moment
And enjoy the skin I live in.
So each night,
I must shed that skin
In reflection of the day
That is now gone,
And rest as I prepare
Myself for another day.
Another day of busyness,
Another day of striving,
Another day of trying my best
To be the man you have
Created me to be...
To embrace who I am
In every waking moment.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
I walk into my room and kick the heater over to stop it from blowing hot air in my room. It's boiling in here. I kick off my pants and lay on my bed. Why is life so hard?
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
She kicked me in the *****
And I came crashing down
Next time I will wear metal underwear
And we shall see who falls.
Mwahaha!
(Twiddles fingers like a ******
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
Did I win or lose?
Perhaps-maybe nature won.
One less spin cycle,
Gallons of life water saved.
In my intellectual hemitage
I find a difference can be made,
Oh underwear,
Spirit of nature,
First I wear you proper,
And the day is good.
I walk forward into the morrow
And turn the world backwards.
Yes the tag now goes to front,
And wedgies aside, all is well.
In the instantaneous moment
Ina departure of normalities,
Confronted with a bundle of reflections,
I move into day three,
Inside out.
The days have dispersed,
I wreak of the third day,
Still a difference has been made.
I take off the underwear,
Crispy and tainted,
With a lump in my throat
And a little hope I made a difference,
The underwear is sacrificed to the hamper.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
your hand sits on my upper thigh
as we drive in your car back to my place,
i carefully push your hand up higher
your hand sits on my inner thigh
as we drive in your car back to my place,
i carefully push your hand in closer
your hand sits inside my leggings
as we drive in your car back to my place,
i carefully push your hand down lower
your hand sits inside my underwear
as we drive in your car back to my place,
i carefully push your hand a little deeper
your hand sits inside my body
as we drive in your car back to my place,
i close my eyes and exhale the pleasure
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
With her smile spread wide,
she made me explore the possibility
of summers
in one another
and underwear packs of two.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
A guy named Jim from Delaware
Liked golfing in his underwear
Whatdya know and son of a gun
He finally got a hole-in-one
Guess he'll hafta get anotha pair!
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC