Ah...
for the days when me legs were so thin
I could step out of my size 4s
and, why, step right back in!
No tugging, no pulling, no wondering if
I would be too big
some day...
and not knowing the diff.
And wearing those great heels
four inches too tall --
I could run in 'em...
waltz in 'em...
and, well, yes, of course, fall.
But bruises were easy,
and panties would cover
the whole of my butt --
and there wasn't a lover;
and short skirts were stylish
no matter how high...
and I knew
positively,
absolutely,
nothing
why guys liked them so high.
Sigh
Please Rate This Submission:
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- Recent
Comments - Add a
Comment - Send
Feedback Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).
There are no recent comments - Click here to add a comment to this poem