Doing Her Eyes-Oh-Metrics
Doing Her Eyes-Oh-Metrics
Lacy black transparent nightgown
Flows around her dangerous curves
She crosses arms in front,
Entwining learned fingers.
Gulps air, then palm to palm,
Muscles all drawn tight,
Her ample frontage crowds together
Billoooohing up and outward
'Neath the lacy silk
A naughty smile ghosts across her lips,
As my eyes fall into that deep soft valley,
The soft terrain of sweet delights.
Knowing I'm rising, thinking in a throbbing silence:
Now Tnat's Entertainment!
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2018
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