Panties Be Gone

I love to feel the breeze above my knees,
swirling beneath ballooning skirt, and
reaching my secret places unhampered by
nylon, lace, cotton or convention

Just like a little kid going commando

I love to venture forth in public places, with this
secret knowledge hugged tight
around me like a missing lover –
especially when going down a long flight of
steps with a strong updraft

I love the feeling of floating free, bawdy and
naughty, like when I was a child, and I
embarrassed my mother by removing all
my clothes in public

Plus ça change

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Susan P. Blevins

Susan P. Blevins was born in England, and escaped at age twenty on her life quest, moving first to Italy for 26 years, and then to the USA, where she now lives. The older she gets, the more passionately involved she becomes in the world, and the more she wants to make a personal contribution. She believes that we can all make a difference, one hug, and one smile at a time.

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Susan P. Blevins was born in England, and escaped at age twenty on her life quest, moving first to Italy for 26 years, and then to the USA, where she now lives. The older she gets, the more passionately involved she becomes in the world, and the more she wants to make a personal contribution. She believes that we can all make a difference, one hug, and one smile at a time.

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4 thoughts on “Panties Be Gone

  1. Thank you Nan! I reckoned that with so much weightiness in the world now we needed a bit of a laugh! Thanks for commenting on it!
    xo

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