Love wears 10 denier or less
Cautious maybes, cculd be love?
Must be, I can’t get enough. My
Doubtful mind, soon found release,
When she said ‘You belong to me’.
I have won the heart of a beautiful
Woman, a woman I will love forever.
Since the dawn of my awakening she
Has been on my mind, never able to
Escape her, never wanting to escape
Her, and now she is here, a beautiful
Creature in a white satin dress, with
The legs of an angel in 10 denier or less.
Did I say that I love her, did I mention
How much? Did I tell of the nights when
I longed for her touch? Did I tell of a fire
That took hold in my heart, that began
With a spark that cannot be put out?
Love wears 10 denier as sheer as you like,
Almost not there but enough to excite,
Enough to excite the purest of men,
Can legs do all that? In 10 denier they can.
Love wears 10 denier or perhaps even less,
10 denier a magical make-up for legs,
Fanciful fingers, a personal caress,
The thrill of perfection -10 denier or less.
© Joseph G Dawson
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