Thigh High Academy

Thigh High Academy

An early
Morning call,
She says
She's making
Breakfast,
And it's all
On her.

I take
My time,
And thinking,
Yea,
I'm hungry;
that's
For sure!

A cup
Of java,
French vanilla,
Sure would taste
Real good.

I take
A drive
To see her
In my local
Neighborhood.

She comes
To the door,
She's ready,
Dressed in
Oh, just right:

Thigh highs,
Nipple chains....
And then a smile,
So tight.

Eggs
Over easy,
Bacon,
Rye bread....
Marmalade,

She has me
Sitting
At the couch,
Hands
The plate....
And gets
My cup
Of Joe;
I've really
Got it made!


Then she's down,
All fours,
In table style,
And says
"It's all
On me,
It's just yours,
For free;

Eat all
You want,
I know it's what
You need."

"You know
It's all
On me."

As still
As night,
She held
Her charm,
And I ate
Everything,

A member
In good standing
Of the Clean
Plate Club.

I wouldn't
Want to waste
A bit,
To dominate
A sub.

She wore
A thigh high
Package
With a French Maid
Theme;

Pig tail
Smiles,

A pleasure
As a table,

And all that
French vanilla cream.