Lifting Skirts.
Laced bodice,
cords straining,
And all this
while,
Remember what
it’s all containing.
Beauty in a
tightened form,
Still lovingly
kept untouchable,
Sweet and
lithe and warm.
Fondled in
the eyes alone,
Some wonder
heaving to and fro,
I ought to
hear just how you moan.
Frills and
fancies under pressure,
It’s quite a
task to learn,
The fastest
option to undress her.
Sod all that
fumbling, fingers hurt,
We’re in
this urgent moment,
And frantically
I’m lifting skirts!!
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