Fetish Poem by James McLain

Of all that were yours I chose those.
It was if you had just left them.
On top of the colored pile.
Like butterflies seeking in search of.
And over the lip, soaked completely.
As for me openly between us no secrets.
Verified by direct deposit.
The womanly smell of taboo seemingly.
Multiple addition becoming divided aware.
Emptied because of her friend did she herself urinate.
Except for her friend the yellow soiling,
where it was dampened.
The panty was all to warm still.
Steamy.
Therefore as she speaking to her friend has removed those,
she herself got them so wet,
exactly from her,
but you must be to some degree to understand.
I put those to my nose,
started licking around the area which her friend dampened.