Those Legs
Those Legs
her legs,those heavenly sent long legs
like tall fruit trees bearing a harvest
tan and toned to perfection
joining the midsection of delight
she far more than a pretty tease
moved with passion oozing in spasms
like a melon split ripe open
sweet juice begging to be had
those legs- timbers sublime
and me- begging, begging for more time
R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1987
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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