poetry

my jeans

My jeans…

I stand on tip-toe to get a better look of the view..placing my thumbs in my belt loops…and gently tugging them and pushing my hips out… they fit tight around my waist, just below the navel.. Grip my hips and make my butt looks fabulous. My belly chain hangs at the top of the jean..the perfect belt..

…at my thighs they curve and spread at my ankles.. My feet even look daintier..

I love the way I look in my jeans… I feel so sexy….they accent the curve of my back.. and the height of my hump. I turn to swing my hair, and breast swing too… this is all I need for tonight.

NO heels… No bra… No shirt…No garters…. just these jeans….