Dear Miss Daisy

Dear Miss Daisy,

Well… I do hate to admit it, but I am quite furiously satisfied to be in the position I am at the moment.

You know how much I am obsessed with your lips, and the way they deliciously create the most haunting, utterly soul seducing smile. Daily, I find myself lost in the memory of your magnificent lips upon mine, the passion that erupted upon contact, the explosion of sweetness and utter addiction that I don’t ever want to be rid of.

Those lips!

Yes darling… but there is the problem I find myself in at the moment. 

Second only to those lips of yours… I have found myself daydreaming without ceasing about my second most favorite attribute of your angelic figure.

Let me explain myself for just a minute, if you will humor the ramblings of a still smitten man. 

It all started with our very first kiss, there atop the kitchen counter… you in your cutoff jean shorts… your legs resplendently tan and butter smooth and my large hands took their time working their way up your toned thighs until they finished their magnificent journey on to your own favorite asset of yours.

The moment those legs of yours wrapped around my waist and drew me closer… I have forever been entranced by them.

Today… it was those very same legs that have followed my every thought. Those very same legs that have had my soul longing to be imprisoned in their smooth, strong grasp.

Today… you sent me a picture of you in a long black dress with the most delicious slit that ran midway up your tanned thigh. My heart skipped a beat and the fire in my bowls roared instantly to life as my eyes beheld the object of my lustful obsession.

When God himself designed a woman’s legs, he judged every bit of his creation against the form and shape of yours alone Miss Daisy.

It has been nearly two years since my hands caressed each gorgeous curve of your body, since my lips tasted each drop of your sweetness… since I felt the fruits of my loving labor come to fruition in your bodies orgasmic response.

But I cannot… nor will I ever be able to forget the way your legs felt wrapped around me.

I’ve looked at that elegantly sexy picture of yours a dozen times in the last few moments… and my mind can’t help but send a prayer of gratitude for the way the Almighty took his time in creating, you, his wildflower of a masterpiece.

I was at dinner this evening a thousand miles away on the other side of the world, drinking a delightful Cabernet… when I lifted my glass to examine the color and the legs of this new found favorite wine of mine. 

Each crimson line, each delicately satin curve… each velvet kiss reminded me of your magnificent legs in that damn black dress.

I am doing my best to not cross lines or blurr friendships… but Miss Daisy… my mind will be ever haunted by a growing list of your otherworldly attributes.

Second from the top of the list… are your legs my dear.

Yours,

M.H.

#DamnThoseLegs

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