Written for: Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, “Last Legs”
You (if like me) may also be on your last legs.
And, hey, those are great legs you’ve got there too.
So go with them! How about a poem about legs? Yours or anyone else’s. Including any other creature.
Roll on those silk stockings
with straight seams up the back
that seem to go on forever.
Fasten them, slip your feet
into black high heels, and then look
in the mirror, you sexy thing.
No matter your type of legs,
nothing will ever make them
look better.
well done – miss the sexy seams
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They did add some spice!
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a witty take..
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Yes indeed!
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😉
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Fun! And so true~
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I do miss those heels!
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Ha. Very charming. Thanks. k.
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My pleasure
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This causes me to want to slip into just the thing, Sara!! So alluring and well said!! 🙂
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Thanks, Hannah!
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Sizzling good.
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😊
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Quite a sensual poem…! Loved it 😀
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Thanks, Sanaa!
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Goodness, I remember wearing stockings with seams and those garter belts.
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They were a pain, but very sexy!
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