(il)legal tender(ronies)
I see tights, covering healthy thighs,
and, halter tops that attract my eyes,
and, micro-minis that solicit my sighs.
I see tights that
illuminate every curve of vivacious vixen;
thighs covered tightly,
in tights that slightly cover
luscious curves.
Halter tops, and, blouses that
are not sheer, but, SHEER,
allowing a glimpse of ample cleavage.
Micro-minis coerce my sighs,
causing me to stare, harder than is wise,
at legs that tower unto infinity.
. . . and, Charlene leans, and, whispers to Jean
“Now, you know . . . !!”.
I truly believe that I see
women with perfected bodies,
fully developed in every way.
But, I find that what I see, instead,
is the essence of youth and vitality;
an essence blossomed ten years too soon,
old enough for motherhood,
young enough to call me Sir.
