Short Camisole Poems
Short Camisole Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Camisole by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Camisole by length and keyword.
Agnetha's bottom was a joy to behold
Watching her cavort, made me lose control
A bum so firm
Made me squirm
Wish I could've fiddled inside her camisole
Agnetha's bottom was a joy to behold
Watching her cavort, made me lose control
A bum so firm
Made me squirm
Wish I could've fiddled inside her camisole
Have you ever seen someone walk into a pole
Happened to me once while out for a stroll
Had a poem in mind
To all else I was blind
Should've paid attention, dirtied my camisole
Let your fingers do the walking right up her thighs
Causing me to squiggle and pop out my eyes
Lose total control
Lift her camisole
For easy access to the den of her sweet prize
Giggle yourself silly, it's good for the soul
While you're at it, wear a colourful camisole
Cover all your parts
However your farts
Will give you away and the truth you'll extoll
To make someone giggle is my life's goal
What better way than to cajole someone's thoal
What in hell is a thoal
It's under a ladies camisole
Us guys drool at the thought of losing control
Here's one for Patricia, my friend from up north
My hooha is just aching to ride there on a horse
Need ointment in case
My bum gets chafed
Wearing a camisole should ease the pain that's in store
Have you ever seen someone walk into a pole
Happened to me once while out for a stroll
Had a poem in mind
To all else I was blind
Should've paid attention, dirtied my camisole
© Jack Ellison 2015
A sweet young girlie in bra and panties
Makes my wee friend stand up and get all antsy
I lose total control
Squirming in my camisole
As I longingly survey her curvy young chassis
© Jack Ellison 2015
My suit was a gorgeous periwinkle blue
speaker of the day wore the same suit too
she said, “we both look great!” during a break
I thought her sleazy camisole blouse was a big mistake.
My black turtleneck looked terrific on me.
I looked expensive, whereas, she kind of looked free.
Love bites took me to a new place
tiny teeth marks I can't erase;
Laid back you looked for my entrance,
passing third base, passing third base;
Hungrily you nipped at my soul,
ripped the lace of my camisole;
Whispered on my skin 'Keep control..
stay in your role, stay in your role.
.
the flannelz come
out
cashmere camisole
out
boot cut jeanz
boardwalk
sneaks
ocean breeze
snap
i mean
tap
')
.
Locked
mine duke
theirn digits
your camisole
Snatched
up
mine might
lifted
Splat
'gainst mine
up
yourn
Smack
ourn lips
Yourn lock
mine crimson
back
* grayce...1/7/2013...
i miss your true lock
* New Year's iz spelled correctly y'all ;)