Spoilt For Choice

Legs of denim, 

Legs of cord, 

Socks on, 

Socks off.

Some are crossed, 

Some are straight, 

Legs of old and young. 


But I know these legs, 

Their scent told me so; 

The perfect place to sleep

This lap, will be the one.

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