Thigh high boots,
Upon her golden,
Dancer legs,
How lovely,
To,
Adorn,
Such beauties,
To caress,
And kiss,
The shore,
Of,
Her heavenly,
Thighs,
Where nightingale hymns,
Drift,
To,
Sigh,
From what vistas,
Did she gather,
Your leathers,
Exotic honey,
Thigh high boots,
Upon,
a,
lovely,
Dancer,
Depths of cabaret nights,
Horizons,
Of,
Sensuous hems,
You steady,
Her loveliness,
Her gallop,
And sway,
Elegant as candles,
Sweet as margarita evenings
Reynaldo Casison
Slippers and cocoa
our masquerade is over
all fire in our eyes
all ire in our lies
embraceable us
irascible hush
our Love ascending
our Lust descending
with Heaves of trust
in never ending
realms of true thrust
abidings of
everlasting lust,
so help me you.
The wife called the pest control guy
Who arrived with wide-open fly
So I had a hunch
He would stay for lunch
Whilst the wife decides, "rue or try"!
Young Tim goes to Zaire
to write his dissertation
in African Studies.
While there he meets and
marries a beautiful librarian
darker than he is, flies her
home to meet the family.
Tim's father asks his mother
if she knew about Margot.
Mother says she didn’t
but she’s not surprised.
On Thanksgiving Day
Tim likes the dark meat,
the biggest and meatiest
drumstick and thigh.
Donal Mahoney
High On Each Hillary Thigh
Would Hillary Clinton name you appall?
How about calling her hoarding cholesterol
You would see she has hardening of each vein
And sight of her legs did drive you insane.
This is why Hillary pants suits does prefer
And what other idiot notion should I infer
There are those out there who often begs
To see if she really has two bow legs.
Over another rumor should start and spill
On her right thigh wears a tattoo of Bill
On other is woman playing a harmonica
Last Name Lewinski and first one Monica.
Of course, this is the most absurd thing
that you ever have heard.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2214669/Nearly-40-married-living-mother-The-sad-life-Monica-Lewinsky-White-House-intern-brought-President-Clinton.html
I am covering my thighs in baby powder, to ease the sore chapped skin
They are now red and raw after exercising, at an aim at being thin
my goal is to drop a few pounds, and maybe achieve a thigh gap
my thighs rub together with every step that i take, it gets worse with every lap
i would like to blame the celebrity pictures, of skinny thighs, its mostly photo shop
so ive decided to take a stand, start exercising and do a few food swaps
so i put on some lippy, and head to the gym, i am feeling and looking lush
After a few weights and a several rounds on the treadmill, i look like i have been dragged through a bush.
As beads of sweat run down my face , and my mascara starts to run
I realise its not so great in here, and it really isn't any fun
So if you see me baby elephanting, pounding the streets, and the roads shake within every lap
Just remember that i am doing all this for the skinny persons thigh gap.
Limerick : Once ***** Duke insisted on Serf Thigh rights
Once ***** Duke insisted on Serf Thigh rights*
So bridegrooms replaced brides on first nights:
Droit de cuissage* then free
Duchess claimed repartee –
Since newly-weds rush to castle in tights!
• In European feudal societies during the Middle Ages and thereafter
in succeeding centuries, it is thought that
the Lord of the Manor or Seigneur of the Serfdom arrogated for himself
the Droit de cuissage, i.e. the right to sleep with the bride of a serf on
the wedding night.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
you
din't give me could trip
fall like a sip
spend and dip
no lip
STRING S OR LOOSE
THIGH YOUR SHOES
i
Thigh High
Is it ok?
To wrap myself
Around your self
To oblige our need
Of being
Is it's ok?
To ride on waves of passionate bliss
To wrap my thighs around your masculine hips
To share the skin and breaths
That we decide are ours to share
Is it all good?
That our primal beats crash the walled harmony for which we race
Pounding as the dead cert
A shared smile devide across our space
Whilst all stands proud and pert
As
We make
Love
For all we are worth
Until our wall.... comes crashing down
So we may
Finally lay
Dishevelled within
Silk
Soft
Sheets
Thigh High
Is it ok?
To wrap myself
Around your self
To oblige our need
Of being
Is it's ok?
To ride on waves of passionate bliss
To wrap my thighs around your masculine hips
To share the skin and breaths
That we decide are ours to share
Is it all good?
That our primal beats crash the walled harmony for which we race
Pounding as the dead cert
A shared smile devide across our space
Whilst all stands proud and pert
As
We make
Love
For all we are worth
Until our wall.... comes crashing down
So we may
Finally lay
Dishevelled within
Silk
Spun
Sheets
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