TO A LADY WITH FABULOUS THIGHS

How many easy come guys
   have you wrapped those thighs around?

Now you’ve escaped the family bed—
   all those fingers and mouths

You know what rattles in a woman’s bones…

And those boobs—how you throw them around—
   drives the guys wild—

Do you really want what’s in their pants?

or are you only alive
   in the eyes of some easy come guy?

Consider what happens when you’re fifty–five—
   those glorious eyes

will they scuttle and roam
    over sad sacks winos  losers and weepers?

We know what will rattle your bones

Long gone that family bed
   Those fingers     those mouths

Once too many moons have passed you by
   Oh baby the sky will cry

For you’ll no longer dance in the eyes
   Of easy come easy go guys…

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