Legs

More than just a mode of transport

Carrying from room to room,

Legs are part and parcel

To a sense of sensuality.

 

Curved and molded, long and luscious

Secretive appendages

That tempt and tease

Libido's ire

To points of curiosity

Where glances linger unaware,

Imagination runs amuck

And fantasy becomes too real

As heat increases by degree.

 

Turn of ankle, twist of hip,

Touchable, as smooth as silk.

Longing for the good old days of

Hem lines raised above the knee.

 

Men obsess at their allure,

Grunting, rutting, wallowing

For passersby with skirts hiked high;

Imagination holds the key.