Vicky's Worn Panties

In Vicky's home, I stand alone
Her key in my hand, her trust I own
A thrill of excitement, curiosity blooms
As I enter her space, her secrets loom

The scent of her perfume, filling the air
I wander through her rooms, with a careful care
Photos on walls, books on the shelf
Clothes in disarray, I smile to myself.

But in her bedroom, my heart takes flight
Forbidden temptation, a wrong delight
Her lace thongs in my hand, the ultimate grasp
I've longed for the scent, or her pussy and ass

I know it's not right, to invade her space
But the lure is strong, in this forbidden place
Upon each visit, I'm drawn to her drawers
A forbidden act, that I just can't ignore

In Vicky's home, her treasures I find
A guilty pleasure, a thrill in my mind
With her panties, her trust I've betrayed
But in her home, I can't help but stray.