Francesca Johnson - Sad Legs

They're flaky,
those sad legs.
They need a woman's touch
so very much.
A bit of TLC.
Just lay back
and think of England
(as it used to be)
while I give life
to that parched skin.

Go on,
give in
to female hands
and body lotion.
The very notion
should appeal.....

It's a good deal.
And your legs
will be as soft as a baby's bum,
to wrap around mine.
Yum yum........

Francesca Johnson

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