Under Her Cheerleader Skirt

The characters that are present or implied to be present within this poem are all adults and are at least 18 years of age. This poem conveys sexual fantasies and desires that may be objectionable to some readers. This author neither encourages nor promotes sexual acts where at least one party does not provide consent. The acts that are described in this poem may or may not be legal and should not be attempted in

There's something about them
It's really strange
But cheerleaders
They get me off
Their uniforms are innocent
Enough for school
But the naughtiness
Is there
Their hot racks
Their long legs
And their faces
Are damn cute too
But there's always one thing
That gets me hard
Looking under her
Cheerleader skirt
Cause no piece of clothing
Shows me more skin
Than the miniskirt
She wears
When she raises her leg
Up in the air
I cannot help but
Stare
Jumping, tumbling,
Bouncing around
Her miniskirt flies
Into the air
She gives me access
To her underwear
Teasing me
With that ass
Those skimpy cheerleader
Panties
The color matches
Her skirt
Red or blue
Black or white
Orange, purple,
Or pink
It don't matter the color
I just want to see
What's under her
Cheerleader skirt
Her panties do little
To cover her ass
And the outline of
Her pussy lips
They call them bloomers
They call them briefs
Call them lollies
Or spankies
Whatever they're called
I want them off
So I can see what
They conceal
She always wears something
Under her skirt
But I always hope
She'll forget
So when I get to peek
Under that skirt
I can see what she has
To hide
I wanna pull her panties off
And toss them aside
Give her something
To cheer about
I wanna make her wet
I wanna make her scream
I wanna see what's
Under her skirt
Want to put my hand there
And my mouth there
And the cock
She made erect
And when my excitement
Reaches the peak
I want to share
That pleasure with her
Cum all over her face
And pussy lips
And on that big
Cheerleader ass
Why cheerleaders?
I guess because
They're flexible
In every way
And cheerleaders
Have only one thing
Separating me from
Their cooch
To this day,
I still long
To see what's between
Her legs
Cause nothing gets me off
As much as this:
Getting under
Her cheerleader skirt!