Stockings
I must confess i adore your shapely thighs drapped in pretty lace, a glimpse from under the outfit you've chosen for the day makes my heartbeat race
My mind starts racing I've naughty thoughts running in my head, usually of you in sexy lingerie tied down onto my four poster bed
It's amazing how the briefest glimpse of your thighs can make me start to daytime dream, I'm so happy to see a sneaky peak of you I feel like a fat cat who's got a bowl of cream
I wonder what you're thinking when you pick your outfit for the day, do I ever come to mind when choosing your stockings and matching lingerie
Now and then we catch each other and I love us being eye to eye, It takes every ounce of self control not to let out a very audible wanting sigh
I wake up every morning then rush off to catch my morning train, praying I've timed it right and I'll get to see you and your stockings once again
I get on the train and see you in your usual seat I try to get a view, i often wonder did she wear things to tease me i doubt she even knew
THE KINKY POET