Legs...

I tried to keep this feeling at bay,

But it just won't obey.

It winds itself into the intricacies of my heart

And leaves me gaping and torn apart.

To say I love legs is an understatement;

To admit that I'm a leg freak will be an admittance of my greatest weakness but it is so. Shapely legs water the cistern of my wildest craves!

She strolls with legs that bemoan the stars,

She paints her toenails to goddess perfection.

Her calves are a sheer wonder, her soles in heels are the bait that tingles the deepest emotions.

Her complexion is purer than the Queen of Sheba's; her majesty is the envy of the gods.

Even Venus gazes at her with lips agape, confused about how the Supreme Being crafted her.

I would love to spend my days sucking on her toes, sniffing her feet and planting them with eternal kisses.

I would love to 'worship' her shapely legs and adorable calves as I caress her soft smooth thighs.

This longing for legs has me panting for vanity and chasing after the winds. No feeling under heaven can be compared to the moments spent in the Presence of the King and that feeling truly satisfies.

But this insatiable thirst and infatuation for legs always leave me dehydrated of sublime affections and purity to the core.

I lie in bed, my mind traveling to thousand places, my thoughts besieged by the splendour of her amazing legs.

Will I ever get over it??...