I finally got my Windows Live Mail Configured but I forgot to stop the download of all previous messages… guess it’s a good thing, because this poem popped up and asked to be revisited.

My Thighs

My thighs are beautiful and strong, but that’s NOT all that I have going on

See the way the hips slide nice, well, that ain’t all that should make you look twice

Sex appeal- got it.

Front and back too

But you don’t have my eyes or point of view

And if that’s all you want, I gotta move

I have the skills and desire to please, but there is so much more to me

My mouth is sensual and my tongue is strong, but I use it for conversation

Know what I can do

And do it well

But my sex is no longer for sale

I seek to celebrate all that makes me female

Not to be arrogant or proud, but I speak without talking, and I speak loud

You wanna piece of me, dripping and sweet, but I am a meal- not a taste of meat

I’ll no longer settle

I know I can wait

Because I want the soul to resound in my mate

And for him alone, my thighs were made to satiate

My things, my rise, my mouth, my crown

To God and then him will I happily bow down

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“Well you know how it feels if you begin hoping for something that you want desperately badly; you almost fight against the hope…but it is no good trying to throttle this hope. It might- really, really, it just might be true. So many odd things had happened already.” -The Magician’s Nephew