Legs Poem by Andrew Stimatze

Walking down the street today I almost had a fall
My eyes caught hold of amazing legs about 5’8” tall.

I tripped upon a sidewalk crack and almost had a spill
If you’d seen me flailing around you’d have thought me ill.

Once I had my head on straight and realized my plight
I settled down and took a breath and caught myself just right.

And then I tried as best I could to find again somewhere
Those long and tan and slender legs attached to derriere

Found again! Like magnets, they pulled on me to follow
Those gently swaying, pulsing hips are melting me, you know.

An aching boils up in my brain, envelopes my mind, can’t think
I see my fingers upon her skin, tracing along the ink.

I’m sweating now. It’s not that hot. I can’t tear my eyes away.
I’ve not a care. I’m in ecstasy. Here in my mind we stay.

Wrapped in essence of raptures sweet, of warm and tender kisses
I’m reminded now I’m ten minutes late for picking up the Mrs.

I don’t care; it seems so small to walk in blind advances.
Important things should fill our life. I wonder if she dances.

Slowing now, she bends her knee to open auto door.
Into the car she drives away and I’ll see her no more.

I will pay for wondering what is up under her mini
As I turn and walk away from brown legs long and skinny

I go back to drudgery, to life so slow and simple.
But I think back from time to time. I’d love to see her dimple.