Assets

That feminine land that goes from the toe to the hip.
Fine and tan, shiny and tight.
Provoking a fondness for that skin.
From rounded buttock hills down to shapely calves,
it´s a fertile surface, many farmers dream.
Like honey glowing golden in the sun, beckoning my finger tips,
awakening the tip of my tongue.
Feminine land, a dream of flesh.
The mind premeditates foreplay well caressed.
Bones meet and the legs become a gateway.
A sacred domain, from the waist to the toe.
A teasing well tanned woman who secretly knows,
how to move them, how to improve them and put them out on show!
The discipline is gone, my eyes uncontrollably gawk.
As beauty declares itself in the way she walks.
So i say "Where are you going, easy easy, slow down what´s the haste?"
Luck surrendered the same precious treasure your glistening eyes and your dimple smiled face!