I love to feel the breeze above my knees,
swirling beneath ballooning skirt, and
reaching my secret places unhampered by
nylon, lace, cotton or convention
Just like a little kid going commando
I love to venture forth in public places, with this
secret knowledge hugged tight
around me like a missing lover –
especially when going down a long flight of
steps with a strong updraft
I love the feeling of floating free, bawdy and
naughty, like when I was a child, and I
embarrassed my mother by removing all
my clothes in public
Plus ça change
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Indeed, panties are a relatively new thing … better off than on
Indeed, panties are a relatively recent “invention”/imposition on women kind!
Thank you Nan! I reckoned that with so much weightiness in the world now we needed a bit of a laugh! Thanks for commenting on it!
xo
I love this poem!!!