They're flaky,
those sad legs.
They need a woman's touch
so very much.
A bit of TLC.
Just lay back
and think of England
(as it used to be)
while I give life
to that parched skin.
Go on,
give in
to female hands
and body lotion.
The very notion
should appeal.....
It's a good deal.
And your legs
will be as soft as a baby's bum,
to wrap around mine.
Yum yum........
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-legs/
