Slava OlchevskiPoems

No. 0352 · Poems 2020–2024 ·

Matter of taste

Her naked legs were too perfectThe shapely thighs good enough to eatThe calfs were slender and ankles deckedThe hips & buttocks all curvaceously sweet

Maybe for you it all wouldn't matter!Maybe your favorites are hotdogs?The legs's what I want to see on my platterI'm French gastronome, I love frogs!