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Naomi Ruth Lowinsky
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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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