Sexy Legs

Her legs, they’re long, they’re slim, they proudly stride, Owning the dark of the street, And they both have pure, lines of hot, Exuding a sensual heat, They’re my poison, my drug, my toxic desire, That I think of every day, Devouring every thought of reasonableness, In a crazed little thoughtful ballet, I love her legs, the soft and smooth, I love the fall from her thigh to the ground, I love every beautiful curve her legs have, They’ve got me completely spell bound, I love her legs, both beautiful legs, They’ve switched a love switch in my head, Her legs are all I can think of each day, Till I’m in heaven, beside them, in bed.