Drowning, in a sea of your legs

I’m not going to lie

I was staring at your naked legs all day,

The sight of your taut calves

Hairless and curvy architecture

Waxen secrets between them

Those thighs that I can use as pillows

The gentle waves of your movements

And I can hear your voice through them

“Let’s follow the spiral!”

It’s ok to be lost within them

Robin blue egg shells

Settle down to my stomach

Hard boiled, I am for you

“Your knees need to be stroked,”

And planted with brilliant purple kisses

Scars of childhood remain…

They can’t be walked off

They won’t be walked off

I’ll lick your ankles that have been oppressed by stilettoes

And yellow calloused feet can crush my heart

It demands to be trampled. It needs to be trampled.

I lust for your beautiful legs

That walk away from me

Before I can run to them.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

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