POEM — Her Thighs

Her thighs ripple as she walks,

Strutting down the street;

Pushing past boundaries

And preconceptions;

Of how a woman’s body should –

Move

Or look

Or taste

With an athletic grace

And absolute power;

Her ass wiggles,

And her hips jiggle,

As they push bystanders

Right out of the way.

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Carly Zee is a writer and a poet and a thinker of strange things. With a penchant for red wine, dark chocolate, and finer erotica, you can find her steaming up the internet in all kinds of places. Her work around Twisted Sister includes Overwhelmed in the Feminine Hygiene Aisle, Bloodied Knuckles, and The Spirits Become Her. You can reach Carly Zee through https://carlyzee.wordpress.com/