Fishnet stockings caught my eye,
I don’t have to wonder how or why.
The patterns they clung and wove their way,
up legs and thighs on Saturday.
My gaze did follow her curvy hips,
up to the view of her sensuous lips.
Alas she’s working her nine to five job,
but the swish of her stockings almost made me sob.
The torture continued with her sweet little sway,
making me want to jump in the hay.
We finished our meal and I stole one last glance,
really what are the odds I might have a chance?
Visions of fishnets dance in my head,
Oh never mind, I’m headed for bed!
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