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Just Takes A Walk!
If it were only a myth that so enslaves no harm could be found
but it touches a present reality that shakes totally down
call it the demonic entity Baalzebul in control
but when a female is so attired men have only the naughtiest of goals
she can have the fullest of figures or be the skinniest chick
but there is no use in denying the presence of a member so thick
All traced to the same fashion one can say the bane of masculine misery
yes it has to do with those units of transportation adorned in hosiery
For how can any heterosexual male not notice legs so invitingly dressed
and not be obsessed with the delightful limbs waiting to be caressed?
with the seams on the back of the hose going straight to heaven's zone
like tempting a dog to eat then not even offering a bone
how is a man not suppose to ponder what treasures go beyond stockings seen
a consideration that claims all ages from the senior to hormonal teens
us mere mortals contemplate even fabric with the blood pulsing down below
soothing softness of the fibers pressed closer as we start to flow
the scented ones inspire a take home keepsake
when alone and that urge keeps us wide awake
Admiration can be done without detection with so much on the ground
thus avoiding that disapproving sound
of the slap from a lady taking offense to attention to her top
or the woman's partner admonishing a fellow it is really time to stop
and yet the images that fills up the mind later away from the public eye
provokes my sordid pen and is useless to deny
so females smile in knowing that even if wearing a paper sack
with hosiery accenting the legs there is at least one man eager to attack!
but it touches a present reality that shakes totally down
call it the demonic entity Baalzebul in control
but when a female is so attired men have only the naughtiest of goals
she can have the fullest of figures or be the skinniest chick
but there is no use in denying the presence of a member so thick
All traced to the same fashion one can say the bane of masculine misery
yes it has to do with those units of transportation adorned in hosiery
For how can any heterosexual male not notice legs so invitingly dressed
and not be obsessed with the delightful limbs waiting to be caressed?
with the seams on the back of the hose going straight to heaven's zone
like tempting a dog to eat then not even offering a bone
how is a man not suppose to ponder what treasures go beyond stockings seen
a consideration that claims all ages from the senior to hormonal teens
us mere mortals contemplate even fabric with the blood pulsing down below
soothing softness of the fibers pressed closer as we start to flow
the scented ones inspire a take home keepsake
when alone and that urge keeps us wide awake
Admiration can be done without detection with so much on the ground
thus avoiding that disapproving sound
of the slap from a lady taking offense to attention to her top
or the woman's partner admonishing a fellow it is really time to stop
and yet the images that fills up the mind later away from the public eye
provokes my sordid pen and is useless to deny
so females smile in knowing that even if wearing a paper sack
with hosiery accenting the legs there is at least one man eager to attack!
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