He thought...

He thought of her ripening lips, oh yes, those lips
he wanted to bruise with his, tasting berries upon
them while feeling how soft and moist they are as
he inhaled her flowery scent, his heart beat loudly

He thought of her plump breasts, oh how they spilled
over the top of her corset, they were like creamy
ivory hills, a hint of pink peeking out when she would
jiggle just right, oh to have her nipple in his mouth

He thought of her stockings, oh those damn stockings
right there hugging her thighs, oh to be one of her
stockings, snug against the inside of her thick warm
thigh, to be completely breathless in between her lines