PIRH
pronounced /p?r/


When panties are worn panties get torn.
Off ...

On a good night,
I step over them as I stumble out of bed the morning after
and hold my laughter.
I caught them with a quick glare to the right side of my bed
while walking to the bathroom with a blank stare.

I imagined them here or there.
On the bathroom floor after a long hot shower;
on top of the dryer.

I stumbled across them during lunch
When I reached for my lip gloss in the bottom of my pocketbook.
After I got a wedgie three times in my 9 am meeting; I
paused.
I had a PIRH moment.

I stumbled across them one morning
while I put my daughter in her car seat in the back of the car.
The lining was making noticeable imprints in my tight black
cocktail dress the night before;
so I had another PIRH moment.

I stumbled across them in the inner folds of my umbrella
one spring afternoon submerged in water up to my patella.
Preventing any oncoming sickness,
I immediately removed my bra, my outfit, my shoes,
and had yet another PIRH moment.


Panties are a
Reflection of You


Panties that only I can see.
Why be stylish when they're just for me?
Panties that I may let he or she see me in;
Panties are femininity served with a sweet, unique side of
intimacy.


LET ME SEE!!!

I need a full length mirror especially
on those days my panties are sexy.
Silky or colorful indeed;
I like it.
Panties are power.

Are you a cotton-fitted type of gal?
High-waisted with morale of those women from the Victorian
ages?
A hip hugger to accentuate your flat abs?
Or do you wear thongs that get lost in your roundabout a**?
Would you prefer v-kinis, comfortable boyshorts, or a pair of
lace bikinis?
Panties are a reflection of you!

For they are just mere fabric until they cling to your curves
that then create a dangerous urge of lust.
Irresistible to those who see, said the blind man,
as he took a peek - with his hands and wanted to repeat.
Panties are freedom that women dream to be
freed from In our inner-most sacred thoughts alone.


NO LOVE IN ME

I love that you love me
I even love the idea of you
But I don't love you
I only love what you do.
In doing your best you
Caress me like a modern-day Monroe
Ensuring my wallet overflows;
I'm merely taking what you offer.
And you offer your whole-self
But I pick you apart
And choose to use
The BEST parts.
So I leave your tainted heart ...
For your wife.


I Think I'm In Love

I think I'm in love!
I'm in love with my breasts.
They are inimitably placed;
they are perfectly shaped.
I get a handful when I grope them and play.
The way they bounce when I jog takes me away.
My chestnut brown areolas are as responsive
as the strings on a viola.
Covering them with a bath towel after a shower is an issue,
so I tuck the towel under my fatty tissue.
This way I don't conceal the view when
I am bare in front of a mirror.
My breasts, my breasts I love them, I swear.
I think I'm in love again!!
I'm in love with my derriere.
The way it sways fills my darkest days
with incandescent lighting.
Aloft and mighty, some would assume it's naturally inviting.
Soft to the touch, my toosh yearns to
be rubbed by the right hands.
Or my right hand of course.
It fills out each pair of panties differently,
depending on the style of each.
Visually it keeps me intrigued,
so much that I can't stop taking full-length selfies of me.
It's easy to get lost in these curves, so my hands
get motion sickness every night this occurs.
My derriere, my derriere I love it, yes sir.

I think I'm in love again!!!
I'm in love with my genitals.
They are the pinnacle of my love.
It's most recognizable as the faucet to my soul.
The way it throbs at an instant leaves my panties soaked.
... if I'm wearing any ...
Even though my vagina has a few layers less than
the ocean, it's just as likely for you to get lost in.
A euphoric sense of sauciness guarantees
my lovers come back for more.
So I've been told, "I'm sure you can bottle your
natural juices and sell them at a drugstore."
I'm flattered. As I chuckled, "Aye! If you
like 'em, that's all that matters!"
My genitals, my genitals, I'm loving them, for sure.


untitled

It's me that I see, nothing more nothing less.
It's hard to keep my eyes off myself!
Knowing I'm this way 'cause of me, I confess.
The reflection in my mirror
has my mind in contemplation.
And so I advise everyone not to rely on
someone else's admiration.
You have your own mind, fine-tune it to your life and
OWN YOUR REFLECTION!


Dear Mister

Actions speak louder than words and your words are absent.
This thing that we pretended to have was just a bad habit.
Meaning the thoughts we had weren't fully formed
and if they've formed they haven't manifested.
Now that we're a thing of the past
I realize the batteries were making us happen.
You were nothing special.
Your silence was uncomfortable
and your vibrations became a reflection of you.

The feelings I sought after for you were
intimate and headed in one direction.
Arguments we should've had, we never had
'Cause you were never open-minded
and I-blinded by the aloof kinda person you were disguising.

You didn't express your pain points.
You sat silent self-inflicting a war
and I-intentionally ignored.

I now know why you don't tell me you love me.
It's 'cause you can't love me outside of the bed
Like you show me love, but feelings for me are dead.
Like we have long sex, but making love doesn't happen.

I don't benefit from your time, yet I open up to
you sporadically when
you want to play.
I mean a lot of time spent goes a long way.
Therefore, my first reaction stands –
so it's Panties In my Right Hand.
But whenever I have a really long
day, your thrust and aggression slowly fade away.

Dear Mister Dildo,
You are being replaced.


FETISH

Your storms provoke a lover's war.
I'm still unsure what your intention is,
So I don't know what to fight back with.
You weather a storm simply to distract me?
Soon as I look away you sneak in my drawer.
Boy what are you doing?

You're caught red handed.
It's at this point you said you did no damage,
But you admit that you have a fetish.
And you go on to tell me you did all this
Just to sniff my panties??

Wait! I don't know how to feel about that ...



MINE

You make life worth living
through the stressors of each day;

You give me a feeling
... ... that takes my breath away.

Out of a dark and isolated drawer
into a realm of colorful life,
You brighten each of my days
whenever you're by my...