The Perv and my Panties

You think I don’t know, when I go to sleep,
Down the stairs, you quietly creep.
The further you get, you start to scamper,
Rummaging through, my dirty clothes hamper.

Finding my panties, you lift them all out,
Holding the crotches, up to your snout.
You inhale and you sniff, my wear of the day,
In hopes that your dick will come out and will play.

You sit on the floor, beating your meat,
While inhaling cotton or a soft silky treat.
You blast off, to that perfect aroma,
Almost putting you in, a life altering coma.

You think I don’t know, when I go to the store,
You start searching through, my intimates’ drawer.
Selecting my tiny pink polka dot thong,
Prancing around, after trying it on.

Then off it comes as you wrap it around,
Your hand goes up and then it goes down.
Who would have thought, it brings you such joy,
To use my panties as your jack off toy.

Your cum is deposited, inside as a gift,
When they are found, they’re hard and they’re stiff.
If this were a crime, you’d be found in a day,
Having left me so much, of your DNA.

You think I don’t know, when I go to school,
You take my laundered panties, folded neatly on the stool.
Boy shorts or bikini cut, you have no disgrace,
The ones with the bow and the ones with the lace.

You lay them all out, looking pretty and cute,
Preparing them all, for your sticky tribute.
Up on your knees, your gun in your hand,
Thinking about, the French cut waist band.

You yank and you tug, until you spill all your love,
Raining down on my undies, as you aim from above.
It splatters and splats and stains it does leave,
Soaking them all, your goal is achieved.

You think I don’t know, when I come home from the club,
You swipe my used panties, from the floor by the tub.
Their sticky and wet and filled with a mess,
You love that I love and now just confess.

That it turns you on, to find another man’s seed,
Smeared in my panties, is that what you need?
From the cute guy, with the great smile,
Who fucked like a train, and fucked for a while.

Now I am tired, asleep in my bed,
You deny that my panties, play with your head?
You think you are sly, but you’ve got some nerve,
I’ve recorded it all, my panty-loving perv.