Head rush -- wait a spell
Have to catch my breath;
This aromatic ecstasy
Will be my very death!

Started as an accident
About to do the laundry:
Niece's panties lying there,
Erotic cotton candy.

White and plain and innocent
The undies of a girl;
The instant that I spotted them,
My heart went for a whirl.

Tried to shut the hamper lid
Pretend it never happened,
But seized them up in lust instead
and found their gusset dampened.

I brought the fabric to my nose
And tried a timid sniff,
Overcome, I was, at once by musk,
So took a hearty second whiff!

Intrigued, the panel wide I spread,
To see the crotch I must,
Glist'ning mucous centered there,
Edged in a yellowed crust!

Staying for her summer break,
A cute, naive fourteen,
Who'd've thought that my young niece
Would tent-out my own jeans?

I thought about my niece's form,
And held it in my mind:
Cute tits, tight waist, and shelf-like ass,
Adolescent, true-to-kind.

Spurred by thoughts and heady scent,
My manhood I fished out,
Regretting only laundry days
Now passed, that I'd missed out.

Examining the cotton cloth,
'Gainst which her cunt had lain,
Found I couldn't stop myself,
But licked that zesty stain!

Ambrosia sweet and buttery,
intoxicating in its power,
To think such wonder daily flowed,
From an as-yet untouched flower!

Stroking now most furiously,
Brought panties back to nose;
To complementary stimuli
My climactic tension rose.

Which brings me now to present tense
in a masturbatory haze,
I see her tempting pelvic arch
fixed in my mind's eye's gaze.

Hyperventilating pussy spoor
has got me hard as steel,
While envisioning her untried cunt
Alone can make me reel.

Why am I struck with dizziness:
Teenaged pheromones inhaled?
Or is it the fantasy of said niece
On uncle-cock impaled?

Perhaps these dueling factors,
Have lit a common glow,
The delightful combination
Has me just about to blow!

The richness of the girl's "perfume",
Strikes both my cock and brain;
Paired with the taboo aspect
Leads to release insane.

Spewing arcs across the tiles
In honor of my niece,
Convinced I am for just a sec
That I'm really owed a piece.

Coming down you'd think I'd feel
At least a little shamed,
But the craving's set, a settled thing,
Just for the moment tamed.

Now I have the wash to do,
The price of my for onanism:
I'll have to use these knicks of hers
To wipe up all my jism!