Pantie PrayerA Poem by QuayvonSRemember when you left your panties on the floor? They just sat there. A pink smile laced with your sweat, glossed with my spit. The way your a*s would blush when I pulled your panties and"Released. Your skin matched those sinful panties and brought a whole new meaning to the shade "Naked." The earth was rocking, quaking magnitude eight though we were on cloud nine. Feeling the foundation wave across the curve in your back, the arch of your tongue, the slide in your strut, the grasp in your moan. My teeth at one end and two slick fingers at the other I fling your panties off and it landed ever so softly on the ground, but to our surprise there was a much louder sound. Creaking from on opening door, gasps of shock intertwined with our fear, and a Tickle-Me-Elmo giggle... As my 4 year old brother wobbled in seemingly unfazed by two naked bodies I, like a desperate magician with a failing act, draped the blanket over what my mother considers "heathen bodies." I instructed him to go back to his room and to shut the door. Silence. You decided that We should just go to sleep. Elmo got more tickles than I did last night. And as I laid awake I stopped thinking about your body and focused on the panties on the floor. I could've done so much more. While You dozed off with a relaxed smirk brushed across your face, I said a soft prayer to your panties. "Dear panties, I salute you for your flag has finally fallen yet, your treasure still awaits to be found. Her bloodshed wrath is suppose to return soon with an arsenal of tears, chocolate covered strawberries, deep pouting, mood swings and Judge Judy re-runs. Please be gentle. Amen." © 2016 QuayvonS |
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