I love your legs more than your eyes
But I dream of your eyes nevertheless
Hot legs, long legs, waxed and shiny-
Who has the time to look at anything else?
I have decided to push the line of vulgarity
I refuse to accept the rules imposed on beauty
I dare ask you to reveal a little more of yourself
Let out what’s hidden, what’s being suffocated!
I would prefer to be blunt and
Give my imaginations a break
If the dress doesn’t seem to fit
It would only a few more retakes.
Worshiping the brilliance of man
One finds you in every aspect :
Each inspiration, each central pillar
Proves your worth, your presence!
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