panties

Thine Panties And A Table Dance

 

 

♥♡♥

 

If thou might harken to 

 

The sound of my aching sighs,

 

But woe is me!! My heart lives with thy!

 

And mine heart lie cold and dark

 

Under the shining light of 

 

Such slight of hand,

 

For how shall I live 

 

Without the sight of thine 

 

Ruffled bodice graced upon mine weary eyes

 

So temptuously lying upon thy chest?

 

♡♥♡

 

Thou mak'est 

 

Wretched thot of thy soul's shining armor

 

And thine inconstancy of thy hand

 

Upon my supple breasts.

 

♡♥♡

 

I need thine dancing groin 

 

And thee glorious sight 

 

Of thine lacy panties upon thy soft feathered locks,

 

Thy serpent hanging low and mine eyes

 

To wake it's pulse as it doth reach the heights of heaven,

 

Like moonbeams tender kisses upon thy sea,

 

My love, I wait for those panties and a table dance,

 

I wait for thee. ;-)

 

♥♡♥

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just practicing fun to learn old english. *with sarcasm intended* ;-)

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