Pants
I wear them in secret like a spy
searching for information
Hoping to be seen,
But not wanting others to find
out
My wife knows of my secret
But she holds her tongue
Their fit is glorious
Conforming to my body
Like a condom to a phallus
I love sliding them over my
limbs
They are sleek and sexy
Black and shiny
Stretchy and comfortable
I have tried to show my secret
To the world
But I get looks of disgust
As if I am committing a crime
against nature
But is it a crime
To feel the soft silkiness of
the cloth
Against my alabaster skin.
Being caressed by the by the
smooth material
Gliding, clinging and forming to
my legs and derriere
Creates an almost sexual
experience
Because of my fetish
I understand the female love of
the style
They are as comfortable as a
soft pillow
So please allow me
My secret proclivity
It does no harm or damage
To anyone
©
Phil Renaud 2015
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