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
