My Underwear Drawer

Which panties shall I wear for you tonight?
My towel’s discarded on the bedroom floor,
And my hand idly explores the soft and secret,
Private interior of my underwear drawer

Maybe white, cotton, virginal – offering
Myself to be laid upon my back,
And sacrificed on the alter of your manhood,
Legs apart, eyes bulging as you fill my belly

Or maybe black, silky, dominating – taking,
Charge, straddling you, gusset pulled to the side,
Sliding down onto you, until my lips,
Nuzzle against the base of your stiffness.

Or maybe no panties at all tonight,
A whore, all freshly shaved and wet for you,
My skirt pulled up around my naked hips,
As we fuck like animals upon the floor.

So which panties shall I wear for you tonight?
Mmm?