Red G-StringA Poem by Quilled_PenmanSometimes a dare can go too far.Red G-String My girlfriend asks me this favour, If I would I model her present on , It was bright red and kind of lacy, Made of a cottony style of nylon. I agreed to wear the skimpy cloth, Worrying about her kinky request, Somewhat fearful what’s to come, She just wanted some fun I guess? Exposing me because it barely hid, The thin string running up the back, Bashful I’d reveal such nakedness, Cringing at that ribbon in my crack. Tested my confidence with a tune, Commence my utmost sexy dance, Shortly her eyes widen in approval, Timing her smile wandering glance. Seriously, what have I gotten into? I am nearly naked prancing a fool, Showing off some muscle groups, My strutting she thought was cool. I’d revealed my robot and shimmy, Showing my great hip-hop groove, Enchanting her mood was exciting, She wanted the garment removed. I had not noticed what popped out, My rhythm did not falter any beats, She began staring curiously down, Sexily kept dancing for my sweets. She’d fist-pumped while screaming, Then her face instantly drawn flush, I added in some hip-thrusts moves, Puzzle her recent deepening blush. I’d gone into a wild unknown place, No boundaries were enticing to me, Until she points with covered mouth, My family package exposing freely. I paused then turned the heat higher, Motion my hips circles while I posed, I was teasing but her grapple got air, She applauded yelling bravo, bravo! I gave an impressive backside view, My cheeks wiggle in such vibration, She said watch you might hurt them, Gyrating madly her frisky sensation. I cannot reveal what happened next, Gentleman’s lips are forever sealed, But life can be a joyous playground, Wonder if she’ll tell anyone I pealed? It was the craziest time I remember, Challenging me with a sexy honour, It was the fantasy she was wanting, Knowing her dance had to conquer. May-13-2013 by Quilled_Penman©Glen King © 2013 Quilled_Penman |
AuthorQuilled_PenmanToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutHello everyone! My name is Glen, but you can call me Hawk. I'm a poet loving what life has graciously given me. I write poetry about scenery, love, pain, and humour. I've been writing for three years .. more..Writing
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