Spiritual Ritual Knights
Critical Cynical Fights
Brandishing their Mannish "Shwing" in Tights
Masochistic Monolithic Sights
I once road a bike
I had no tights
Or helmet with a light
I just road my bike
If I road a bike today
I would not wear any tights
That would mean
I was naked
Forgive me now
For what I say
Only a fool
These things would say
People in tights
As a rule
Aren’t tight
I have to wonder
As I go
Here and there
I see tights
And mostly I see
I would rather not
A tight fit body
Is a wonderful thing
Very pleasing to see
As it moves
On it tights
Are a sinful thing
But quite rare
Those who are tight
Wearing tights
A wrestler whose first name is Bill
Wears tights (but he’s over the hill)
He shoves down a sock
To enhance his cock
It sure gives the ladies a thrill!
Now Bill’s a really proud macho guy
And keeps grey hair at bay with black dye
Even though he’s a man
He wears lots of fake tan
And baby oil is in constant supply
For Phyl with love from FC xx
05/06/17
To be a woman, there is a lot of wonder
There are lots of beauty secrets to ponder
That goes beyond the powder
That breathes the living power
Leggings and shorts seize the moment
Maxi dresses and mini skirts twirl in enjoyment
Flowers and blossoms of spring make a statement
Coats and furs of winter cover with endearment
Eye brushed the turtlenecks caressingly soothe
Hair styled each line and curl is made smooth
The heels and bags all live in the couture truth
The woman in her shines in a beautiful cool
In tights and ice cream she shows
Self esteemed within her, outside of her she knows
lost in a deep sea
the frog is loose
escaping from hell
tracking down
hopping mad
a culprit
named pork chops
who ate the pig
is on the loose again
vile threats
made on duck
calling out to everyone
his lips
on the lily trumpet
bringing back
the magic
with those green
smelly old tights
in hearing
whistling on the wind
under a silver moon
peter pan imposter
sweet talking candles
softly falling petals
on the hair
magically green
shades is back
the legend appears
in the ocean
a white ship sails
carrying pan's tights
like mosses
the sea will part
swallowing the ship
washing the remains ashore
along with tights
shipwrecked
on paradise
sweet smelling primroses
the rush is on
for pans tights
journey begins
bring back the bacon
enchanting love
in peter's tights
Tights and Blames.
I
As
She
Eats,
Feels,
Drinks,
Laughs
And
Dreams.
I
As
She
Joys,
Finds,
Writes,
Watches
And
Explains.
I
As
She
Sobs,
Reads,
Fights,
Tights,
And
Blames.
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