Pantie drawer

Pantie drawer

Your red lace panties folded in my pocket, as I leave you I start to smile, the wetness in them still smells sweetly, if only for a while

I arrive home and go to my room, I open up my secret drawer, I put them in there for safe keeping as I've done many times before

All lined up in a row, each one taken during a kinky night of lust, some are still whole and intact but most are ripped and bust

Torn off in the throws of passion, ripped off during our kinky war, I've collected so many pairs now but I've room in my pantie drawer for many more

I keep them as my secret trophies, I look at them now and then, reminders of our love and lust for you before we meet again

So now I must go to the lingerie shop to buy more panties for my Queen, I'll imagine tearing them from her skin, it is my favourite dream

So until we meet again my Queen, I'll take a quick peek in my drawer, then smile before I go to sleep and dream of you once more

Ron