That girl with the young ivory skin
And knee-length boots,
Her sky-blue skirt
That falls just short of her knees
Clings to her
Like a nylon petticoat.
I want to roll it up slightly
Place my hand between her legs
And finger her wet crotch.

This one's breasts are small.
How free it would be
To peel off her top
And stare at them.

Another sits with her partner,
Her back to me,
Her caramel hair
Flowing in locks down the side of her back
Which is kissed by a tight stretched, coffee bean brown
Lycra jumper.
She bends forward:
Tight dark bluejeans
With thick black buckled belt
Part from top
To reveal the honeyed small of her spine.