INNER THIGH TEMPTATION (BASED ON POETSPEAK'S)

The inner thigh  
Sure tempts a guy  
When it is bare;  
It's his 'Go there!'  
 
For where legs meet  
(At place discreet)  
Is pleasure's seat  
And greatest heat.  
 
The shortest skirt  
Invites the flirt;  
Combined with boots,  
Makes lusts take roots.  

He may begin,
Hands brushing skin
Inside, outside,
Those thighs applied.

The sensation
Touch thus brings on
Brings her alive,
Making hips writhe.

Her breaths they draw,
As her warmed core
Prompts legs to wide,
Crave him inside.
 
Part of the fun  
May be question,  
What underwear  
She might wear there?
 
For there might be  
Some lingerie  
To occupy  
His hand thereby.  
 
It MIGHT turn out  
She is WITHOUT,  
An open gate  
Left for her mate.  
 
(That is, for you
She does like to
Go commando -
To undies - "No".)