Herbert Nehrlich - Dressed Lightly

I sat there in my boxer shorts,
pre-occupied, confused of sorts.
The door popped open, in you came
and said you'd mount me in a frame.

I could not move to take your coat,
because the chance, although remote
of nosy member Peeping Dick
to show his interest rather quick

would not improve my real chance
to take you to the Sumas Dance.
Those early days were so hilarious
our night encounters so precarious,

me talking big but feeling shy.
Your sister breathed 'Oh, what a guy',
the day when I came, on a spur
of simple longing, in a blur,

just coming down from seeing you
she said 'right now she sure could do
with pleasant company from school.'
I told her that was pretty cool,

and as I burst in through the door
it startled you, there on the floor.
For starters now, you were near nude,
and here I stood, a stunned male dude.

Your panties were the see-through kind,
you did not flinch though, did not mind,
came up to me and wrapped your arms,
with silver bracelets, like two charms

around me pressing naked breasts
against my standard uni vest.
I've often wondered why the diff
between us two and also if

you would have hugged me fully dressed.
With nought to hide from this male pest.
Why else would you have come to me,
so vise-grip-tight to let my knee

rest firmly in your very core,
with all my fibres wanting more.
But later, as our hearts grew fonder,
things got explained as all would wonder
how you, a girl so smart and cute
would love to wear your birthday suit.

Herbert Nehrlich

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