Why are you being so coy,
you girl and woman?
Admit it...
those panties have given you a nice big stiffy
and I understand it... I really do!
I just want a slice of the pumpkin pie, reaction that is all.
Wicked, aren’t I, when milking cows?
She smiled and winks again,
lifting up the curtsy no false pretentions.
Indicating the panties in both oiled silky hands.
I see you’ve picked out my favourite heartless pair
and torn by the thorn away.
You have excellent taste,
in red, turns pink,
now think of me the blowing wind
and it is always warm, ' my beer.”
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