Panty Poems
A panty for me is a panty for you, close your eyes and ill make your dreams come true!
Write me a panty poem in the comment section of this page, I will choose my favorite on 8~15~12. The winner will receive a free thong that I will wear for 48 hours and play in!
The only rules are it has to be original, and about panties or another fetish item.
A new panty girl here today,
Another tomorrow over there…
I’ll smile and say ‘hey
And please let me to you explain…
If you really think you’re good enough
Then let me have a choice:
Soaked panties are such a great deal,
But stuffed panties are better I think
Now thongs are the best if you want to catch your scent.
But what if fullbacks are what really makes tremble your heart?
Is too hard to have a choice,
So many panties and styles are worth.
But if there’s someone who can take a pick
That’ll be that cute panty girl…
That’s right, you are that panty girl
Tabitha Lynxx is your name,
And I hope to meet you very well
So I become one of your panty men.
I don’t have anything else to say
So I’ll leave my poem as a comment
And if I don’t win this contest
At least I know my words got you wet.
-Yael ;D
Great poem Yael,TY for the entry
I didn’t get much sleep last night
thinking about underwear
Have you ever stopped to consider
underwear in the abstract
When you really dig into it
some shocking problems are raised
Underwear is something
we all have to deal with
Everyone wears
some kind of underwear
The Pope wears underwear I hope
The Governor of Louisiana
wears underwear
I saw him on TV
He must have had tight underwear
He squirmed a lot
Underwear can really get you in a bind
You have seen the underwear ads
for men and women
so alike but so different
Women’s underwear holds things up
Men’s underwear holds things down
Underwear is one thing
men and women have in common
Underwear is all we have between us
You have seen the three-color pictures
with crotches encircled
to show the areas of extra strength
and three-way stretch
promising full freedom of action
Don’t be deceived
It’s all based on the two-party system
which doesn’t allow much freedom of choice
the way things are set up
America in its Underwear
struggles thru the night
Underwear controls everything in the end
Take foundation garments for instance
They are really fascist forms
of underground government
making people believe
something but the truth
telling you what you can or can’t do
Did you ever try to get around a girdle
Perhaps Non-Violent Action
is the only answer
Did Gandhi wear a girdle?
Did Lady Macbeth wear a girdle?
Was that why Macbeth murdered sleep?
And that spot she was always rubbing—
Was it really in her underwear?
Modern anglosaxon ladies
must have huge guilt complexes
always washing and washing and washing
Out damned spot
Underwear with spots very suspicious
Underwear with bulges very shocking
Underwear on clothesline a great flag of freedom
Someone has escaped his Underwear
May be naked somewhere
Help!
But don’t worry
Everybody’s still hung up in it
There won’t be no real revolution
And poetry still the underwear of the soul
And underwear still covering
a multitude of faults
in the geological sense—
strange sedimentary stones, inscrutable cracks!
If I were you I’d keep aside
an oversize pair of winter underwear
Do not go naked into that good night
And in the meantime
keep calm and warm and dry
No use stirring ourselves up prematurely
‘over Nothing’
Move forward with dignity
hand in vest
Don’t get emotional
And death shall have no dominion
There’s plenty of time my darling
Are we not still young and easy
Don’t shout
Great poem Kevin, TY for the entry!
I still think back to that day
With birds and flowers, harking May
Spring air wafted
Through your hair
And I saw your lovely mound
Had been shaven bare.
Your discarded garment
Had been sniffed voraciously
I worked up an appetite
You satisfied graciously
The dying tremble
Of your fulfilled desire
Still keeps me up at night
The smell of your panties
Fill my heart with fire.
Great Poem Henry, Ty for your entry
Your sexy pose
Your sweet scent
The way you tremble
You wont forget
You feel your pussy lips
So soft and wet
Rub them hard
You make them spit
Your juices flowin
There’s no stoppin now
Panties soaked
You let it all out
Your package arrives
I open it
A smell so strong
Instant hard on
I inhale you deep
Taste your juice so sweet
Rub my cock
An instant climatic feat
Try on your panties
Wear them all night
Take them to work
A mail mans life!
Great Poem Jesse! TY for your entry.
ur pussy is so pretty, it sings a little ditty, of lust and spunk, it gets u drunk, so send to me ur panty!
Great Poem Mogo, TY for your entry!
The scent of passion,
An aroma so dear
Can be found in Tabby’s panties,
From her pussy to her rear
The sweet & creamy mix,
Of her juices and her cum
Are utterly intoxicating,
Better than the finest rum
One whiff of Tabby’s panties
And you’ll most certainly agree,
That her wonderful heavenly deposits,
Are certainly of the highest pedigree
If I only had one wish,
It would undoubtedly be this
To be turned into Tabitha’s panties,
An existence of pure bliss.
Great Poem Mannie! TY for your entry!
Oh what I would do to be closer to you
Feel the warmth of your skin, smell the wind in your hair
Know the taste of your lips, and the gentle curve of your hips
Such things will never be, yet there is something you can give to me
A moist creamy delight that I can cherish every night
Send me this treasure, even if only just to tease
So I may smell your sweet rose, and know the taste of your lips
I ask of you the pleasure
Bring me one step closer
To that which will never be
Great Poem Rudy! TY for your entry.