Kiss upon my shin

Kiss upon my shin

in the darkness of the night

warm hands around my ankle

softly caressing 

the touch is so gentle

and light

Slowly they make way 

a pair of lips

still kissing

against apart of a body I hate

My legs

chunky, fat and pale

they never see the day of light

cause they are nothing to flaunt

nothing to look at

these hands now caress my thigh

why there?

it is so thick and yuck

but the feeling is... ah.. f**k...

they squeeze, then a nibble

a moan escapes me

I couldn't fight

my body gave in

to this warm kiss upon my shin...

Author's Note

Random again..

Reviews

[InkSlinger]

Arousing thoughts... ooops.. something just popped up.. gotta go =)
Nicely composed, and revealed..

[Shane Blackheart]

Good poem! You shouldn't hate anything about yourself. Everyone is unique, and that's what makes us beautiful.

[EMF]

A wonderful poem Steph. The phraseology and theme are superb, mathing an eroticism with a self critique of the body. Something many will empathise with, and some offer analysis of but at the emd of the day it is a great piece of work. It cuts through the BS. Wonderful

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I agree with Jibey :) ... wonderful poem ... and yes , never hate anything of yourself

[Jibey]

Hey, you must not not hate your body! Chunky legs and full thighs can be as delightful as a more lithe and slim body...It's the kiissing and caressing that makes all the difference... and I found myself being excited as my mind followed the vision you created... 'the feeling is... ah f**k'.. Yes, indeed