Poetry by Jeff Green

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June-22nd

by cricketjeff on June 23, 2012.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I love her best when she’s without her panties
Although she knows that I’m not gonna see
Whenever she’s without her wispy scanties
Each breath of wind will make her think of me

A tiny skirt will always be enticing
But under something longer it’s the same
Commandoed cheeks are cherry flavoured icing
The final touch that guarantees the game

Some other folk may favour armour-plating
And coverings can decorate or tease
But if she wants to see me celebrating
She tells me she can feel each passing breeze

I’m one of nature’s easy going pervs
Who gets his kicks from unencumbered curves

Author notes

I was sent the picture …