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Legs'Captive Desire

In her presence, my heart's bounds grew weak, For her long legs held me, a captive so meek. With every stride, grace adorned her way, A prisoner to beauty, night and day. Silken whispers brushed against the air, Her slender limbs, a sight beyond compare. In their length, a secret power resides, Entrapping my spirit, where passion hides. Oh, how I longed to wander their path, To explore the depths of their seductive math. Her steps, a rhythm, a symphony to adore, I yearned for freedom, yet craved her allure. Ensnared within her elegant embrace, I found solace in that enchanted space. Her long legs, a labyrinth of desire, I willingly surrendered, caught in the fire. She moved with purpose, each stride a spell, Her captivating spell, I couldn't quell. Her long legs held me captive, it's true, For in her presence, my world found a new view.

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