Anticipate

I spy with my little eye
Something that is pink
Frilly lace trickled down
To just above the knee
Satin string twisted round
Clinging to her skin
Oh what a wonderful time
Is just about to begin

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.