The sight of you
Makes me drool
Gives me a flutter in my tummy
Gives me that tweak down below
That makes me leak in anticipation
You make it easy for me to give you
Some of my wet panty appreciation
It's that kind of feeling
The one that builds and grows
Until I have to do something about it
Do I touch myself?
Or seek you out instead?
Imaging us tumbling,
Into a fresh laundered bed...
But I need some instant gratification
I've got a bad case of wet panty appreciation!
(C)6th September 2010-17:07pm Written by Angela Edgar
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