Wednesday's Ode To Thongs...

Ode To Your Thongs

I miss the smile across your face,
And the laughter that ensued.
I miss the kisses, late at night,
That put me in the mood.
I miss your body, those loping curves,
Too sinful to be good.
But there’s one thing, that I miss the most,
That made me hard as wood.
That cut of cloth, so tiny, so sweet,
That made you such a sexy lass.
The pieces of thread with a patch between,
Which rose up in your ass.
Those exotic materials, the patterns alluring,
They excited me so much,
I yearn for them, the way they looked,
The way they felt to touch.
I will miss those days, of seeing them,
The way that they were cut.
And on either side, in all plain view,
Was the wonder of your butt.
So call them a g-string, call them panties,
Call them what you will,
The thought of your thong, and what little it hid,
Will always be a thrill!

Horatio!  

My First Hero Gone Bad of the Day...

...goes to Mr. Marcus Maclean at www.loveandwater.blogspot.com . Keeping his views real and shouting out for all to hear, Marcus can now one again resume yelling at the masses and ensuring that our consciences are kept free and clear of the lies and injustices that plague our everyday lives.