Sad Legs Poem by Francesca Johnson
Sad Legs
They're flaky,
those sad legs.
They need a woman's touch
so very much.
A bit of TLC.
Just lay back
and think of England
(as it used to be)
while I give life
to that parched skin.
Go on,
give in
to female hands
and body lotion.
The very notion
should appeal.....
It's a good deal.
And your legs
will be as soft as a baby's bum,
to wrap around mine.
Yum yum........
very very nice you have turned a simple event into aworthwhile otherworldy experience the magician that u r very well done a tenner from me cheers
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4/25/2024 8:00:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sounds good to me lol, flaky brings al sorts of images to mind he he, 10 Lynda xx