Panty check
I want to check your panties, I want to see your cum, I'd like to see your soaked gusset once my poems done
See you seeping through the lace, a damp patch I need to see, produced by my dirty words, especially for me
Soaked where you played with yourself, sitting on your seat, reading of your holes I'd fill, if we ever meet
I'm glad you dont take them off, I love to see the stain, remnants of your pussy's juice, where it poured like rain
Silk panties, lace panties or the everyday ones you wear, as long as they’re nice and damp, I'll know that I've been there
So when your alone today, or maybe in a crowd, take the time to read my thoughts, in your head but not out loud
Then you'll feel the dampness start, you'll need a panty check, you will feel me fucking you and placing kisses on your neck
So as your shifting in your seat, or twitching in your bed, it's me I've come to turn you on, I'm playing in your head
The Kinky Poet