The pants come off!-the lingerie song

One of the glories of being an escort, being a whore, being me
Is the moment, the vision, the expectancy
When pants are lowered, when pants come off,
What will be waiting, like opening a Christmas box
Will it be ready, will it be longing to get inside me
Will it be pointing upwards, downwards even to the side

Will it be bordered by hair, or newly naked, shiny and prickly
Will it taste, will it throb, will it want to move into action
Will it plunge, will it wait, will it precum, will it want me
On my back, on my side, with my bum in the air
Will it want me stood up, legs up,or just up

When pants are lowered, the brand name is non important
Not viewed, not looked for, not an indication
Of what lies within, what is awaiting

My touch, my mouth, my anus, my cunt
When pants are lowered, I am colour blind
Were they blue,red, white,black or blue
Were they boxers,y fronts, were they long or short
When the pants come down, I pant and I pant
When the pants come down they should never go back up
They should stay in the corner, stay on the chair, stay under the bed
When the pants come down a starter gun goes off and I just want to be fucked

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