She never wore pants because she despised her thighs. Her thighs that brushed together and sounded like comfort cooing. Her thighs that blossomed from her smooth, soft hips and pillowed my head when I slept. She hated the puckers and divets that sprang from her thighs when she stood rigid and straight. She covered these dimples with tights that tore and burst around her sensuous weight. She hid her thighs with billowing skirts that ruffled and swayed like canopies hiding her shame. She never wore pants because she hated the curves that flowed down her body like water. I loved her thighs that pooled around her mommy-hips; that swayed and moved like a caressing breeze. She never wore pants because "Pants are for squares," and she was a glass that swirled, twirled and teased.
Author Bio:
Emalee Russell began writing in Kindergarten when she authored and illustrated her first novella, "Why Justin Sucks" about an annoying boy in class. Since then, her writing has evolved, and she has attended numerous writing programs around the country including The University of Iowa's Young Writer's Workshop. This poem is about her dear friend who underestimates the power of her curves.
Author Bio:
Emalee Russell began writing in Kindergarten when she authored and illustrated her first novella, "Why Justin Sucks" about an annoying boy in class. Since then, her writing has evolved, and she has attended numerous writing programs around the country including The University of Iowa's Young Writer's Workshop. This poem is about her dear friend who underestimates the power of her curves.
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