I'm still hooked on hips and thighs

[vanslyker]

I think I'm hooked on hips and thighs
little grins and wicked eyes
sweet round orbs of spinning wheels
hands that keep the shrines concealed
I know she not a bit surprised
that I'm still hooked on hips and thighs

lonely days and hungry nights
big mirrors in the candlelight
cotton candy fingertips
hot and heavy satin lips
a wonderama televised
a million pics of hips and thighs

 

[prototypepariah]

this is pretty good, I like lack of cliche, and the rhyming was pretty clever.

 

[vanslyker]

thanks...I love it when someone actually reads my stuff!
yeah, cliches...there like old shoes...they don't look that great but you can't throw em away.

 

[FifthFlower]

That's Where He Likes to Look

I think I'm hooked on hips and thighs
little grins and wicked eyes
sweet round orbs of spinning wheels
hands that keep the shrines concealed
I know she not a bit surprised
that I'm still hooked on hips and thighs

Nice one. That inspired this:

Her breasts are where he likes to stare,
Since they are largely round, and dare
Him look where buttons, one and two,
Don't button like the others do.
Let's blame the blouse that's opened there
For why he can't unlock his stare.

 

[vanslyker]

for it's well worth it there's no doubt
when I finally get that button out
and nuzzle in my hungry chin
in between those mounds of satin skin
to tease the nipple with my tongue
and make the evening really hum....