(with apologies to those who've seen this poem of mine rather too many times already)
Denim Shorts
Denim lets me writhe and twist
And struggle while I'm being kissed:
Tight as talons, taut as a drum,
Sharp as whipcord round my bum!
Shorts are sexy, brief and slight,
Such cruel fancies they excite -
Exposing to your savage eyes
The softness of my naked thighs!
Hugged by their harshness, how I feel
In the parts that they conceal
Hints of pleasurable pain -
The leather strap! The whistling cane!
To discipline me you’ve the urge?
I'll deck my quivering loins in serge.
How exquisite will be your thoughts
When you see me in denim shorts!