gershon hepner - thong

Of almost bare, the derriere
of women wearing underwear
that covers little, I would sing,
and thongs that are designed to cling
to buttocks closer than a panty,
no longer scandalous though scanty.

As with impunity I peek,
I glimpse the glory of a cheek
that's framed by threads that grace the groin
and turn it into tenderloin,
for less is more and life is merrier
when thin lines hemisect the derriere.

6/8/99

gershon hepner

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