Another Lonely Night by Perverted Peggy

Another lonely night
The moon shining bright
My thoughts turn dark
As the worm in my soul
Rises to the surface once more
My hands drift to my thighs
As my mind's eye turns inward
Remembering soft curly hair
Eyes so wide and trusting
Lips red and sweet as berries
Soft creamy skin
She laughs as she twirls
Faster and faster
Her dress rising high as she spins
Showing dimpled knees and pudgy thighs
And yeees pure white panties
Spinning to a cartwheel
She collapses in a heap
Dress high
Cheeks red
Mouth open as she gasps
As I gasp
As I finish
Alone again
I despair
Will I ever see her again?

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Mr. D	" WOW" nice, leaves you wondering. Will he? You hope so.
	Thanks, Mr. D! I'm so glad you liked it. This is my first composition. I'm working on a short story. Don't you just love little white panties? ;} --Peggy
newagematureman	interesting, i don't what i was hoping for maybe more sexual, more in depth but then that's a storie isn't it. so yes i read it twice but look forward to a story from you. don't make the mistake that so many do leaving out the details that color or imbelicious the story. i'm not a writter but when i start reading a story with just the bare facts (and thats no pun) i stop reading and look for something juicier. something that talks about the character's juices running and in turn makes my hand go to my groin. best of luck, Ben.

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Mr. D

" WOW" nice, leaves you wondering. Will he? You hope so.

Thanks, Mr. D! I'm so glad you liked it. This is my first composition. I'm working on a short story. Don't you just love little white panties? ;}

--Peggy

newagematureman

interesting, i don't what i was hoping for maybe more sexual, more in depth but then that's a storie isn't it. so yes i read it twice but look forward to a story from you. don't make the mistake that so many do leaving out the details that color or imbelicious the story. i'm not a writter but when i start reading a story with just the bare facts (and thats no pun) i stop reading and look for something juicier. something that talks about the character's juices running and in turn makes my hand go to my groin. best of luck, Ben.