KITTY'S UNDIES

Like a lighter she sparks my male interests,
Tossing back her head and thrusting forth her breasts,
Voluptuously held in black lace brassiere,
I cannot help but look at her over there.

After a day unselfishly serving health,
To all comer patients, she offers herself
Showing off a kept-fit, taut Creole body
To the eyes of the man that she loves most - me.

Her smooth butter rum skin shines as in the sun;
She's come out of the day's woodwork to have fun.
Her matching lace thong is a squat letter Y,
Which shows off a well toned and firm runner's thigh.

I'm tempted to come and kiss under her chin,
down her neck, to her breasts, get my tongue within
the open goblet of her belly button,
Feel her reserve crumble as she comes undone.

She allows my hands to twang at her lingerie,
slip off the brassiere so her breasts hang free.
And roll down her panties as she becomes wet,
Her juices coming out as with lips I pet.

Over her smooth curves she lets me roam my hands,
Kneel before her in worship as she stands,
Her own hands cradling my tonguing, kissing head.
Which persuades her to take me into her bed.

I become joined up with her Creole body,
As her limbs twine around and take hold of me,
While on the floor her clothes and mine are lying,
The room echoing with moans, breaths and sighing.