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Thighs of Desire
Sarswati, standing there in that tight skirt,
Your thighs call out, making me hurt.
I see the way your body sways,
And I’m lost in thoughts of endless plays.
Your legs are smooth, so thick and fine,
I want to feel them, want them on mine.
Kiss your thighs, pull you near,
Taste your heat, no space for fear.
The way your body curves, oh so tight,
Pulls me closer, deep into the night.
I’d trail my lips up from your knees,
Feel you tremble, begging, please.
Sarswati, with every glance, I’m taken,
Your thighs, your skin, leave me shaken.
I’m lost in the thought of what’s to come,
Your body’s heat makes me undone
Your thighs call out, making me hurt.
I see the way your body sways,
And I’m lost in thoughts of endless plays.
Your legs are smooth, so thick and fine,
I want to feel them, want them on mine.
Kiss your thighs, pull you near,
Taste your heat, no space for fear.
The way your body curves, oh so tight,
Pulls me closer, deep into the night.
I’d trail my lips up from your knees,
Feel you tremble, begging, please.
Sarswati, with every glance, I’m taken,
Your thighs, your skin, leave me shaken.
I’m lost in the thought of what’s to come,
Your body’s heat makes me undone
Published 5th Sep 2024
Author's Note
Sarswati was the girl everyone noticed in college, especially me. Her skirt always caught my eye, hugging her thighs just right, while the other girls opted for slacks or longer skirts. But it was Sarswati’s curves, the way her thighs and ass looked from behind, that kept my thoughts lingering long after she walked by. This piece is a reflection of that raw, undeniable attraction that burned quietly during those days
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Such a lustful, lovely poem. Clearly a girl proud of her legs. Sum up rhymingly:
Those thighs of desire
ignited a fire
that threatened to burn
which way you did turn.
Those thighs of desire
ignited a fire
that threatened to burn
which way you did turn.
