Erotic PoetryShe has to know...She has to know.
How couldn't she.
Silk, lace, g-strings, thongs.
Disappearing, elastic worn, faint smell of...
...faint smell of my brother.
I know that smell, I love that smell.
If only he knew...
If only he knew what I did at night,
what I did thinking of him.
What he does with my panties only makes it worse.
If he only knew...
She has to know.
How couldn't she.
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