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Click here[Note: the characters in the poem are above 18 yo]
In the kitchen I shuffled about,
Grabbing tea, pretending no clout.
As my cousin entered the room beside,
Examining my laundry with pride.
He hesitated, unsure to touch,
Until he saw my underwear clutch.
He sniffed, convinced he was alone,
Savoring the scent of my feminine tone.
But I had planned to catch him red,
Confronting him with my panties instead.
He denied, hiding them behind his back,
I laughed, proving he was on the wrong track.
As I got my laundry and bent over,
My bare ass exposed, causing him to hover.
He stared, drooling at the sight,
And I relished in my playful might.
Bending over, shirt up, all exposed,
Four times I gathered, laundry enclosed,
Reaching high for dryer sheets,
Full butt shot, caught by sweetie's peeks.
My cousin, with eyes wide, staring in awe,
A view he couldn't dare to foresaw,
I played along and gave him a show,
Offering him my body, to his glow.
With dryer sheets in my extension,
I played coy with his attention.
Once done, I warned him to refrain,
Or I'd tell his Dad of his dirty stain.
He chased me, making me squeal,
Finally catching me, making it real.
We tussled, and I laughed aloud,
As he tickled me until I nearly bowed.
Prepared for attack, legs parted and all,
My cousin, with puzzled eyes, couldn't recall,
He asked "Why no panties covered my bare skin,"
He scowled in disbelief, as I faked surprise within.
Teasing accusations he threw my way,
I denied it, trying to sway,
My cheeks, now blushing on demand,
A game of laundry, teasing, and contraband.