There's something to be said
For clear waxed legs
That sweep off your mind
To Rebecca or Venus of marbles in shape
That glitter with the whiteness of milk.
Lapped with the full-flavoured
Sweetness in thought
Buds now are islands of dream.
Thrust within vortex of splinters and mud
These now are aides to a supplicating mind
That rush me to my hermitage of night.
20 comments:
"That rush me to my hermitage of night." Wow, Abin, great poem!
wonderfully seductive to the male mind of how desireable are womens shapley legs.
Wonderful paean to female loveliness!
"She's got Legg's and she knows how to use them..."
I was not expecting this..ha..ha...
I am always interested in the man's point of view. Nice share Abin ~
Love the sensuality here, Abin!
Reminds me of the Restoration poets who would write odes to the lady's eyebrows or a single lock of hair.
Legs do look and feel lovely when they are smooth.
Lovely capture in it imagery.
Interesting. :)
So lovely. Good one, Abin!
Very sensuous!
"Buds now are islands of dream."
Wow. So great.
Buds now are islands of dream.
Silky feel to this poem... :)
i am also a leg man:)
...And thus falls Pygmalion.
Abin
This was so well done~
I loved the magic you created and the seductive charms you showed us!
Smooth legs are happy legs!
Seductive reflection of the male point of view. A great piece!
That sweep off your mind
To Rebecca or Venus of marbles in shape
That glitter with the whiteness of milk.
...I'm off to shave my legs! :)
This is very well crafted and I enjoyed it. :-)
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