The Prize
Briefs maybe shorts
Thongs aren’t really my thing
Satin, silk, lace
The feeling against my naked skin
Making his heart race
On or off pleasing him so
The sensual touch of his finger
As he teases the trim
Facial expression
A smile
Sound of pleasure
A moan
Lemon, chocolate or white
No matter what shade brings him delight
Matching coverage for my breasts
Cutting along the curves
Pleasing us both
That simple detail
A flower or ribbon
A delicate bow
Under my clothes
Feeling so sexy
Hiding the prize
Only for his eyes