can't you see
how much he loves me
as the skirt rides up my thigh
all he can do is stop and
stare
his stare begs me to slide the skirt
even higher up my
thighs
begs to see the bra
underneath my tight-knit
top
or maybe he wants to see
under the bra
too
he always tells me
i love you i love you i love you
but only after
i pull up my skirt
but he loves me
or maybe he just
loves my
body
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my thoughts and poems
Poetrymy poems and thoughts for me to share when i'm in my feels
