Creeping into Edna's bedroom
I see this gossamer beauty asleep
Her snores are like music to mine ears
Slowly I tiptoe to her knicker drawer
Opening it slowly so's not to wake her
And my eyes fill with watery tears
Before my eyes I see her wonderful thong
Soiled as she had worn it this day
I hold it close because it's from her
Smelling her smells that she secreted
Taking it in, like pee that's sweeted
She stirs in her sleep I gaze upon her
Sitting upon her bed I caress this thong
As Edna mumbles words of delight in her rest
I utter how much I love her panties
The smell, the feel of pure silk
My passion is deep, for i love her so
I hope she responds to my romances
She awakens, my heart leaps greatly
What wonders now do await me?
Forgive me Edna I could not resist
And yet I let out a painful cry
As a pointed stick gouges out my eye
Held in her gentle darling fist
Dropping her silken undies I scream
Running away from my Edna
This is going to ruin my vision
Though I'm hard as a rock and up for it
I have to go the optician
So he can fix my eye and sort it
Author notes
I love you Edna I swear!
In a list
- Alter Egos and Multiple AP Characters group list • next in list
A contest entry
- CONTEST: More Underwear Poetry (pre-writes only) by Edna Sweetlove.
425 points, ended May 26, 2007, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Got your lights punched out by Edna!
Obviously she was in a deep dream state and didn't know it was you. I don't recall a time when our dear Edna would refuse any opportunity!
Wonderful smut poetry!
Tang
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When I first read this I wept. Not with laughter, but with embarrassment. My knicker drawer has some horrid things in it and I must try and separate the contents into stale, used but re-useable, new and beyond contempt.
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Bloody Hell. It's you! Knowledge dawns on me goldenly.
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Edna dear - who are you talking about? I am Elijah DeCourt Earl of Rosemont. You are a fine lady. *bows politely*
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A work of fucking genius. What a tribute. And I don't know who you are from the writing style (but I will cheat and find out now whilst my goldiness still exists).
Line 9 could do with an apostrophe in " it's " and line 11 needs an apostrophe in " that's " . [that is if you fancy a little gold cup]
I love the weird and abrupt ending and the bizarre rhyme of up for it/sort it. The pointed stick reference is touching.
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