There is Semen in my Panties

There is semen in my panties
And on my thighs as I cross
And recross my legs, underneath
The dining table where we sit

And as the conversation flows
I wonder, is it working its magic
Deep inside my belly,
As I cross and recross my legs?

Tonight I will hide my panties
Underneath my bed, because
Semen stained panties in the wash
Would not be easy to explain

And I will wash them by hand
In the bathroom, when the house
Is empty, because no one must know
That there is semen in my panties