I look at you framed, in the morning light,
I've never seen a more beautiful sight.
Standing by the window in your panties of blue,
Filmy and transparent, that I can see through.
Your femininity beckons to me,
And right through your panties, I can readily see.
That It is hungry, and needs to be fed.
So I take your hand, and we walk to the bed.
Don Juan Tenorio
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