Cameltoe

The sultry, perky mounds of your lips,
make your panties rivet where you split;
the fabric wrapping your tiny gift.
So spread your legs wide-- as you sit.
so I can enjoy -- visualizing your tiny slit.
the ripples and imprints;
your panties fold to the shapely mold of your lips.
the perfect imprint; of your precious folds;
A shape so distinct;
Peaking at your pink, fleshy folds is a male instinct.
I want to dig into your hole like a mole
until we climax as a whole, and our desires extinct.