Stockings & Suspenders
by Jonathan Eddington
She chose her favourite stockings, sheer black with lacy top,
And matching black suspender belt, to ensure they don't drop,
With tight white blouse and mini skirt, and high heels that would stop,
Dead in their tracks all men that saw, her walking past the shop.
Her heart did race as out she went, to meet her special guy,
Enjoying the attention from, each person she went by,
Their eyes ran up each silky leg, and lingered at her thigh,
Her soft white skin so welcoming, and easy on the eye.
With every step the mini skirt, it showed a little more,
Now just below her bare butt cheeks, her pulse began to soar,
What else she'd show if she bent down, beside the cafe door?
She'd flash her clear arousal too, with what she hadn't wore.