Incredible legs.
Tones of brown that knock me around.
Tans that smack my face to attention.
Hammer my eyes to down there.
Summer legs and quite often sunshine smiles.
As they cross the road, they shock my world.
I get hit across the stomach by a lust oar.
lose my attention at the wheel.
Short skirts and shorts so short you´d think I had them custom made.
Though how´d those cheeky girls know that from the hem to the...
Sandals and flip flops and my wonder grows.
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