A Little Flirt

I saw your panties, you didn’t hide, but I’d much prefer something inside, to be in that which rhymes with Carolina, well, really, nothing could be finer! The way you walk, like stormy weather, I’d part your legs in perfumed heather, and if you ask me what I’d seen, I’d simply tell you,”something in between,” And if you’d like a little bite, before our pleasure comes this night; don’t exert yourself...alright? Please remember, I like it tight Written for the Flirt contest 14/7/15