Salvor-Hardon
A kiss is still a kiss
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My word for the day : Panties
After reading RF's entry on teh AH thread about her choice of panties for today, I was reminded of a poem I wrote back in college for a girl who helped me with a prank that invloved close to 100 pair of delicates. Among those was one very amazing blue silk with black lace waist band that just caught my attention.
I asked the girl to convey my appreciation to the owner and even wrote a small poem about her even though she was a mystery.
A year later the friend confessed they were hers.
So for Jean wherever she may be, and her unforgettable blue panties
"That special pair"
Beneath the everyday clothes that she wears
A secret that she embraces as she dresses
So soft and sheer about her hips like airs
That gentley on her private skin caresses
A piece of royal silken blue intimacy
With black lace trim diaphonous and fine
Like clouds spun into whispered delicacy
And never once appearing out of line
She slips them on for days when she feeling fae
She wants to have the world fall at her feet
Turning heads as she goes about her day
Smiling that secret smile to those she will meet
Beneath a pair of jeans or finest skirt
This is what she wears to go and flirt.
After reading RF's entry on teh AH thread about her choice of panties for today, I was reminded of a poem I wrote back in college for a girl who helped me with a prank that invloved close to 100 pair of delicates. Among those was one very amazing blue silk with black lace waist band that just caught my attention.
I asked the girl to convey my appreciation to the owner and even wrote a small poem about her even though she was a mystery.
A year later the friend confessed they were hers.
So for Jean wherever she may be, and her unforgettable blue panties
"That special pair"
Beneath the everyday clothes that she wears
A secret that she embraces as she dresses
So soft and sheer about her hips like airs
That gentley on her private skin caresses
A piece of royal silken blue intimacy
With black lace trim diaphonous and fine
Like clouds spun into whispered delicacy
And never once appearing out of line
She slips them on for days when she feeling fae
She wants to have the world fall at her feet
Turning heads as she goes about her day
Smiling that secret smile to those she will meet
Beneath a pair of jeans or finest skirt
This is what she wears to go and flirt.