thighs – Fleeting Muse

[I wrote this poem over a span of one month. As the poem is long , I shall post it in parts every Friday. It’s a poem about love but some may find the content semi-erotic. Lest their finer senses be disturbed, be aware and proceed at your own risk.]

Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.

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Part III (continued):

She turned her head and
slowly opened her eyes,
From the depth of those
beautiful eyes,
She bored into my soul,
Quizzing and probing
without a word,
Reassured, she turned her head away
and uncrossed her legs,
Spreading them a little
to free my hands;
As I gazed away
To the tapering
long swell of her thighs,
Sloping down from
the rise of her hips,
To the slight dip
of the back of her knees and
rising ever so slowly
over her calves,
Down a beautiful pair of
slender legs,
Daintiest pair of ankles
they met,
One on the right
adorned by a
thin gold anklet;
My gaze shifting to her feet,
I slowly moved my fingers
down her legs and imperceptibly
she curled her toes.[24]
[December 4, 2020]

The rosy heels
of her slender feet,
Curved to meet
a pair of soft soles with
skins as smooth as egg shells,
Her slender feet ending on
toes long and
in a beautiful arch,
From the big toe
to the pinky,
Nails painted in
dark red gloss,
Sweet aroma from the
lush meadows she trod,
Still lingered on her feet,
Her toes danced in a rhythm,
As if priming my fingers to
play music on,
And I did.[25]

Fetish though I had none
for a damsel’s feet,
It would be a lie if I said
I was not attracted,
It would be indeed;
The arches of her feet
were inviting to be tickled,
But I hesitated
fearing how she might feel;
From the tip of her big toe
to her heel,
Gently I moved my fingers and
her calves tensed and moved;
As she crossed her feet
at her ankles and uncrossed,
The anklet caught the sunlight
and danced.[26]

[December 6, 2020]

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Memories from a day in life many decades ago comes flooding back when the love of his life suddenly appears after a prolonged absence.

Link to the previous part :https://wp.me/p73yZZ-4md

Part III

Part III (continued):

My hands moved gently,
Tracing the curves of her hips,
Over the seductive rise and
fall to her thighs,
Her smooth skins broke
out in goosebumps,
The hips quaked slightly,
Small tremors danced across
in a slow waltz,
Rising and falling,
Dancing to their own rhythm,
Like waves cresting and
In a trough crashing on the sea shore,
They moved in unison to my delight;
And just where the hips sloped away,
To meet a gorgeous pair of thighs,
The narrow, thin gorge turned,
And lost itself in mysterious unknown;
Patience, my heart,
I cautioned.[22]

Deftly did my fingers dance,
From her slender waist
Up the rise and down her hips,
Over skin smooth as satin,
Her delicate muscles
Danced sublime,
To the magic of my feather touch;
Oh, how did I restrain myself,
And carefully tasted every morsel,
Visual bonanza that was offered
By my lovely damsel;
As I walked with my fingers
Down the gentle slopes,
I could sense a stiffening of
Her delicate muscles;
Expecting? a heightened desire? hesitation?
I was not sure;
Ever so slowly she moved
and crossed her legs,
And my fingers were imprisoned
in the soft nothingness of her
inner thighs;
I was mortified.[23]