An Ode to Your Legs

I've written about my love for you elsewhere. Covered how much I love your soul, that amazing heart of yours. How my love for you is as deep as the sea.

Today, I want to talk about something else.

Today, I want to talk about your legs.

Oh my lord, your legs.

Last night, taking your evening walk, the first hot day of the year… wearing that tank top and those shorts…

They've been hidden away from the cold for so many months, their skin so pale. Venus de Milo, brought to life. I'm going to love watching them darken over the coming weeks, seeing them transition from one beautiful color to another.

I woke up late last night with visions of your legs in my eyes. Dreamed of working my way up them, slowly, taking in every last detail… my eyes, fingertips, lips… all involved, gently tracing out the curves. Feeling the transition of your skin from the roughness on the bottom of your foot, over your heel, to the milky smoothness of your calf. Up and up, taking my time, slowly, slowly, enjoying every moment but having to resist the almost overwheling urge to proceed straight past the back of your thighs to that amazing…

My imagination has to fill in, here. But I've seen you in yoga pants. I've seen you in those tight jeans. And my imagination? It's up to the task.

This was going to just be a letter about your legs, but my god… your back… another mystery to me, but I long so much to see it. To continue my explorations of your body, working along that arching back, lips pressing here… here… fingers gently making their way down from your neck, just barely touching, tracing out your spine. Eventually, after what, minutes? hours? However long it takes… however long you'd let me… my lips finding their way to your shoulders, your neck, brushing your lovely hair out of the way. Your ears.

Then back down again, slowly as before, as if drawn by gravity. Exploring you once again, no part of you escaping the scrutiny of my eyes… the brush of my fingertips… the warm softness of my lips…

Damn. I guess you could say I enjoy seeing you walk by while I'm sitting on my front porch reading a book.

Damn.

I love the spring.