That G-String You Wear Poem by Don Juan Tenorio

I saw your G-string, ride up your behind
When your skirt flew up in the breeze.
And right then and there, I knew you would be mine,
As I saw it hiding in your crease.
I saw your G-string when you bent down,
To pick up a quarter, you saw on the ground.
A big beautiful moon, in broad daylight,
A G-string up your cheeks, what a lovely sight.
I wanted to tell you bend over again,
But I think I'll just take you home.
Then you can bend over again and again,
But only after we are alone.

Don Juan Tenorio