IndigoA Poem by Honeypot
I’m looking for the perfect pair of blue jeans.
Ones you can wear traipsing through a grassy field
Or walking down a crowded city street.
Jeans to look stunning in while eating out on Saturday nights
Or lounging on the couch watching Lost
On a Wednesday evening.
They have to fit perfectly,
Snug enough in the rear to make my a*s look good,
Dark enough so that my legs look like they extend for miles.
When I wear them men have to stop and watch as I walk by,
Their women elbowing them in the ribs for looking.
The sort of jeans that make other women stop
To ask where I bought them, but I’ll only smile
And tell them I can’t remember.
They’ll fit better after every wash,
Molding themselves to my body
Like they were made just for me,
As if they come to life as soon as
I pull them over my hips,
Sliding the zipper in place.
I’m looking for the perfect pair of blue jeans,
But the search goes on and on.
© 2009 Honeypot
Added on April 4, 2009
Last Updated on April 4, 2009
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