Scene of the Crime

How is it that

your legs

hijack the entire

conversation

hold hostage

any coherent thought

in my mind

author the entire evening

plottwists and all

reduce my attention span

to–

…I’m sorry,

you were saying?

~ by Jacque on September 17, 2012.

Posted in Black Satin, Poetry
Tags: erotic, fetish, sexy legs

6 Responses to “Scene of the Crime”

amazing how an excellent pair of gams can just careen across the room.

enjoy your poem, a cool energy inside her.

Paige said this on September 18, 2012 at 12:25 am | Reply
- Thank you Paige, as always so good to hear from you:)
  And yes, nothing like a sexy pair of legs to make the imagination run wild!
  
  Jacque said this on September 18, 2012 at 2:14 am | Reply
Reblogged this on eroticsexblog.

eroticsexblog said this on September 20, 2012 at 10:40 pm | Reply
What can be more delicious than to me mesmerized or mesmerizing to the extent of losing
all coherent thougt? Adore this.

Shauna said this on December 9, 2012 at 6:38 pm | Reply
- Thank you Shauna, and as always, good to see you!
  Yes, I agree–not much in this world is more delicious!
  
  Jacque said this on December 10, 2012 at 2:35 am | Reply
They say sexy legs give a hint of great pleasure locked away. They tease, they invite, they derail the mind…And your piece really echoes this and much more! Wonderful, Jacque.

Uzoma said this on February 20, 2013 at 8:45 am | Reply

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