Barelegged Charm Poem by Albert Price

Along the sidewalk, strolls my dimpled dear,

Below a cloudy sky of pink and lime.

Her legs, ringing a bell my senses longed to hear,

Gives a celestial performance so divine and sublime.

A pair of sculptured complementing visions,

Creating a fervor within, one can feel to the bone.

Obliging my superego to handle decisions

About whether I see an angel from the rarified zone.

Such heavenly limbs should head the epicure’s list,

Being so divine as dove wings in the skies.

O how they lift my soul on waves of bliss,

As this vision beams its pleasure to my eyes.

O may we one day fashion the ideal affair,

So I can extol her figure so extraordinaire.