Tighty Whites
Squeezed into her tight white pants;
still soft to touch I hope.
Her hair down straight but not that long
to make me want to grope.
Approaching her I say hello,
while careful not to flirt.
I only say I saw her once
as all I do to blurt.
I tell her it's a treat to meet;
to run into her then.
But then I'd go to cut it short
with hopes to meet again.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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