This Red Has Great Legs

This red has great legs.
Her thighs
and ankles, her toes,
are full and ripe.
Her hips are smooth and round.
Her navel invites my tongue.
Her waist guides my hand along its wave.
I feel the softness of the skin
on her sides,
the weight of her breasts,
the firmness of her arms.
She lifts her hand to my face.
I savor its delicate touch:
her fingers slowly tracing my features,
her fingers smelling
of roses.