Thigh HighsA Poem by David-Tyler
Oh, beautiful woman in the thigh highs
You got me feeling some sort of high off your thighs Tease me with the way you walk, please I may be a stoner, but baby I could be your lover I see the way you're avoiding eye contact Let me see what you're hiding in that shy, timid stare Keeping your head down, keeping quiet Now, I'm no artist, but you've got me using my imagination Set a wildfire to my heart, melting me With just a flick of your cigarette to the side, effortlessly Making a surprised face when I can't look away When you knew you weren't innocent in the slightest Daydreaming a scene of you walking by Handing me coffee in the morning in those socks Your eyes really turned my mind to rocks As I looked you up and down to the beat of my heart I wonder if you're a one man kind of woman Walking by, you're so inspiring, I want to try my best Because now I've got the shape of you in my chest And I know the only way to fill the hole inside, is to hold you, babe Shinning stars ensnared by the highlights in your hair Moon-beams struck by your skin, so tender, and fair Let me kidnap you, princess I'm an evil soul, and I want to lock you up in my hidden lair Oh, beautiful woman in the thigh highs
You got me feeling some sort of high off your thighs Tease me with the way you walk, please I may be a criminal, but I could do your body justice © 2018 David-TylerAuthor's Note
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Added on April 9, 2018Last Updated on April 9, 2018 AuthorDavid-TylerOKAboutI post my worst work here to get constructive criticism. I'm critical of other people because that's what's helpful. I won't make anything personal until you do. I'm not here for drama, fights, or oth.. more..Writing
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