Few things excited a young me more than when a friend told me in secrecy that he’d found a Playboy in his Dad’s closet. To open the pages and head right for the pictures- it is a joy that men of a certain age surely understand. There were always two things that immediately turned me on. One of them was the model’s style of pubic hair and the other was their tan lines. As a happily married man, I’ve been fortunate to witness both sights in person. Hope you enjoy my ode to tan lines!
What about this simple sign of summer that turns me on so much? The way they highlight your curves and offer a guide, To where my mouth can kiss, lick, and glide. Oh, what is it about them that makes me so weak, That leaves me unable to explain, unable to speak. Without them, I’m still turned on, still in awe of your rear, But there’s just something special about this time of year.
All Summer long in a swimsuit you’ll stay,
The sun kisses your skin where you’ll allow it to play.
It’s where you won’t allow it to be seen,
My thoughts start racing, tipping to the obscene.
Are they simply a playground, defining where my hands can play,
A direct order where you want my seed to spray.
To look on at the battle between dark and light,
On the playground that is your body, so wonderful, so tight.
To follow the lines as they define your thighs,
Your hips, your breasts leave me a mess of a thousand sighs.
What is it about this sign of summer that turns me on so much?
Must be that they belong to the woman I get to love, hold, and touch.
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