"About Your Legs (Both Of Them)"

Her legs are like,
well, they look like
- silksoft, breatheably suffused
all through with a blushing glow,
if white could blush. 'Cause, you know,
they're pretty pale. I'm
not a racist, but her legs,
man

hers are nice. There's nothing between

us
that gives me the right
to obsess over her, so
technically I'm not. Any part
of that, I just

looked it up. To "obsess"
means something
really DUMB
man, I don't get it. People
are weird and that's
a fact. Her legs,

though,

make up for the rest
of us, in the balance
of natural things,
wherever there's lack.

With the strength in them,
and

woo.

You know? Everything else that ostensibly exists
crowds for the exits of my mind to make room, for
just what's coming in

through my eyes, to glow in my
love-heart
eyes,

pow
zoom

whenever I see
her legs.

I'm really not even
a "leg man" to be
honest,

usually