Best Thighs Poems
My thighs and buttocks have dimples…
So I'm grateful they have so much to smile about! As my stretch marks, or laugh lines rather, can attest.
You must forgive my breasts…they've been upbeat and perky for many years and they deserve a rest.
My calves have a sense of fun! Bored with the same tan color, they've decided to decorate with streamers of purple and blue.
Not to be outdone, my arms have joined the fun, waving with enthusiasm whenever my hands do!
A life well lived and full of joy, of laughter, love, and humor. So now you'll know, if you hear I've “let myself go”, that it is just a rumor.
The mountain, it was steep.
The snow was very deep.
Caused involuntary “ahs”
from anyone who saw.
To get up to the top
was not some little hop.
It took tram, chair and poma
to tackle that big momma.
To start from the summit,
a near vertical plummet,
took the heart of a lion,
and left most people cryin’.
He checks skis, boots and poles,
but really he just knows,
he’s putting off the trauma,
the approaching descent drama.
It’s really exhilarating.
His heart is fibrillating.
He sucks up, screams and GOES,
and attacks the chest-deep snow.
It’s man against the mountain.
On his wits he is a countin’,
for to miss one little turn,
means a faceload full of burn.
He turns, he slips, he sails.
It seems he never fails,
to again make it down,
to that quaint little town.
With heart so pure and strong,
it doesn’t take too long.
He’ll never give up the fight
to conquer fields of white.
He goes again, again
The battle he does win
between the fields of snow
and our mighty hero.
The day comes to an end.
Misfortunes do portend.
Our hero’s not come in –
Good god, what’s happenin’?
A cry goes through the town.
Our hero has gone down.
The patrolman are a scurryin’.
The crowds they are a worryin’.
My gosh, good god, oh my
catch a glimpse as he goes by.
Our hero’s on a gurney.
Why’s he on this journey?
Is he hurt – did he crash?
His head a tree did bash?
Please say it isn’t so
Come on, we gotta know.
Speculation runs a flutter.
The crowds they stand and mutter,
with faces stained by tear,
they say “Please help us here”.
The data is a mess.
His friends they won’t confess.
So people stand and stare
at their seeming lack of care.
On his buds there is no frown -
just big smiles all around.
They don’t understand the cries -
he merely thrashed his thighs.
A miss, with handsome curved thighs,
From men she elicited sighs
- Try as they would
- None of them could
Ever lay hands on the prize.
The ghost between V's thighs
What lies heavily on her minds? A three word phrase
I am beautiful!
Passion, strength and fire
they control by her inner thoughts
She relies on her beauty
For breakfast, lunch and dinner
Quenching the thirst, silencing the groans
His move relies on her sexual craving
Hidden behind the dash board; a files of deception
Mind control and ghost control aren’t so hard to believe
Location and direction to an eye opener
A Money hungry woman
The sweet talker
The old grave digger stood on the hill
Plunges his shovel into the wet soil with anger
The unwanted Negative Visualization sore his mind
Who are they really? Those ghosts between her thighs
Black ashy lies..
Form:
They found her folded over her kneecaps
between the black mirror in the heart of his tires
and the grimy curb tugging shamelessly at her skirt,
her face to the sky and her eyes full of stars.
-It's not beautiful-
She said to no one in particular.
So they picked her up and brought her back inside.
She laughed while they washed the blood off her legs,
holding her arms out like the cross -
stainless steel under all her bones,
the rust from his nails
corroding her heartbeat.
In a misty morn
as I trottle to work
Some mean teens
have nicknamed me:
YOU STUPID JERK
They hate four-eyed people
Respecting Mother Nature
communing with God
In the sacristy of his steeple
Throwing eggs on his face
to pinch a hidden nerve
Myron,the 6 footer
threw me upon the curve
Above me,this country's flag
yet they call me a ***
YOU'RE TOO WIMPY FOR THE CALL
as they placed me against the wall
Numbers outweigh the mild and the meek
Reasoning can't help as I continue to speak
All the world belongs to macho guys
give him a wack and a couple of broken thighs
Again I played witness
To the stunning vignette that was her body
All evening the thought to compose words
Materialized from a former canyon of desolation
Merely because I had been swept into the distance
As I am forsaken to ponder
When she’ll become attainable
My laughter could be my death if assaulters
just pulled up pants to their thighs
Tessa's Thighs
Hey Tessa babe come and kill me with your sexy oversize thighs! The CIA is after you. Reason: your oversize thighs! I see you in your cut down jeans. So awesomely fecking sexy.
See the curve of your tailpipe where there's no material, your table top lips tight against the fabric curtains. You need a licence for your sweetie leisure centre body. You age 170.
I know many men who want a piece of you. I do. As does my wife. How will you both be, between one another's thighs on the river? Your dear darling do not moan that you have a top body, ace thighs and no licence to use it.
I'll give you false ID so I can legally use you, be between your hot oversize cupboards my dear Tessa. You'll enjoy your pussy cat bite being nibbled and my big cockerel up your light bulb. Over and over again.
Second Shadow
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Much smaller than her Mom's full size
she once took Mom's bra as a prize.
When placed on her tips
it fell to her hips
then dipped to sad land on her thighs.
Trees are alive. I have eyes. We look at "Trees" as we ride or walk by. Trees seem to have "Eyes". Does that"Tree" see you when you water it or touch it or when you cut it down to try to rebuild your home town? "Trees are "Alive"."Trees " will survive,and do survive,and "Trees " help keep those on this "Earth Alive"! I lye between my womans "Thighs when I look her in her beautiful "Eyes". Trees have always sheltered us: We who are "Humans"Animals,insects,birds,and those that live in the "Trees"would be "Dead"and in their "Graves"without "The Creator" who "Created "The Tree" that has given "Shelter"to us all to include you and me.Where would you and me be without the bush branch,and the "TREE"?The "Tree Of Life" is all right ,because it has been extended to you and me,and that is why we have not found ""The Eyes" that exist in a "TREE"!Does the "Trees and Bushes have "Eyes" that we have not "Discovered Yet"? I am a "Scientist"and a Poet"who realizes that all is not known by man or any life form." The Corona Virus " has caused a "Hell Storm" and is doing serious harm!!! Do "Trees and Bushes" see us when we walk by? We need to discover where "Trees and Bushes and Plants" have a seeing "Eye". Do the roots of a "TREE" see us when we are buried and in our graves?We who are logical realize that "Trees" mainly grow in "The Ground" that we walk on and stays "Together",and helps us overcome stormy unpredictable weather in our days here on earth. "Where did "GOD" put "The Eyes" on "The Trees"? That baffels me"! God gave "Creatures Eyes" so that we can see! Is a "Tree" a "Creature",or something without eyes that can see?Echo Location is in a "Tree". Is that how a "Tree" can see"?I see the "TREE". Does the "TREE" see me? Where did "GOD" put the "EYES" on the "TREE"?Sometimes "The Lord God Almighty" tickels me",because I really think that a "Tree" can "SEE". There is "Someone" who knows what goes on "Behind Closed Doors". Can "Plants" really see"? That is a "Mystery".It is a "Plants Eyes" that we cannot see,and have not discovered,above or below ground as the sun comes shinning down: It is "The Tree" or Plants Eyes that we cannot see: Look at a "Tree". It looks at you and me,and at "Eternity". It is bound in "GOD'S Earth" for the "Eternity that it sees and does see where it wants to be! Happy Eternally.Amen In Jesus Name I Pray.
Her venomous thighs
When I saw her thighs
I knew it was my time
Yes my time to shine
My tingling muscle rose in size
And I had to assault with my lies
But then she got me by surprise
When she looked at me with her
Sexy positive eyes
And said I will bring the other guy
I asked... Why?
She said she wanted a threesome
H(er), I and V
Grimy thoughts crossed my dim mind
Clouding images of her venomous behind
I lost focus of the other chap's presence
For a moment Hell felt like Heaven
As my little man walked into
Her tunnel of doom one last time
Retched and puked
The tears formed and I cried
In realisation of the other guy
Oh lord those thighs made me die
Before my time
They'll check my wrist
They'll look me in the eyes
I'll throw in a twist
They won't check my thighs
It'll be easier to cover
My dirty little secret
So easily hidden
No one will ever know
I've done the forbidden
I don't need a jacket
I wear pants everyday
When they see the blood
I'll blame it on my time
The blood will scud
My scars will be sublime
My thighs were always way too fat
Back in my younger days.
It really wasn’t fair at all
Since minis were the craze.
But that was many years ago;
I’ve lost a bit of weight
And all of me is thin enough
So styles cooperate.
Except I never realized
When I thought that life was simpler
That older thighs, despite their size,
Are ugly, loose and dimpler!
Examined, verdict, weak
Examined, verdict, weak
Third attempt, the verdict is weak
How different man are you, from an animal that can't curb his crave?
What man are you, who can't perceive his grave?
This is not for the swift
If leaders couldn’t hide
What hope is left for followers to win this fight?
Wives made peace and to love weak characters
For even the mountain boys fell victim to the battle of thighs
Mad blind man, although lost, he thinks he can see
Strong man, look at how weak is thy strength
I saw the wise fall on his knees
Calling on the Spirits to keep his household in peace
The blind fighting with mind
Though this is not a subject of might
Ran over the entire bloodline
Yet in the midst of the highest thigh-attention the Young man has ever seen
I see the once-thought fallen bloodline trample over heads of sin
To the old blood with much love and the rest of my father’s clan with honour and respect
Your downfall was the lack of knowledge
You blessed us with the spell; we were heirs to the throne of a curse
Yet we don't love you any less
The old was blind, but the new sees
All the confusion behind the sour taste of the age twenty four
You were not animals, for you were ashamed to harm
The new holds tight to Son of man’s arm
My fight in this darkness is nearly done
My daughters and son, long before you come
Blessed are you, for you are the seed of the blood of the saved
My cursed blood was snatched from the grave
Not because the heart was brave
But the heavens were willing to save
As you flow through a life less severe challenges
Forget not the one things that never changes
The story of your bloodline
We were born fallen victims of the world's shameful curse
And failed the test of thighs
The entire six was examined and the verdict was weak
The entire six was examined and the verdict was weak
But on the last attempt, the verdict was strong
Say thank you, Thank you, Jesus
The bloodline has passed the test of thighs