Black Lace
You walked into the room
One look and I began to
swoon
Legs from here to there
Black stockings what a pair
I wondered if underneath
There was some lacy underwear
I kept my eyes peeled
On those black stiletto
heels
I had a moment, a vision
Of my head in marked
precision
Between those dark thighs
Hearing your pleasured
cries
Now I began to rise myself
Blood pumping beneath my
belt
I needed to dip my hard
wick
Inside your wet creamy slit
We slipped past the crowd
Searched around and found
A quiet corner so I could
Find my way to your goods
We ground and bumped away
Until our bodies gave way
It was I must confess
A hell of a way to play
Black stockings caused the
scene
Baby I think you know what
I mean
Ethan Radcliff 2015
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