The razor’s edge
Bewitched by moonlight
Honed by the space within
the pyramid
Glides gently across
my shin
Deflecting, detaching, depilatoring
my skin
So that perchance my legs
can partake in the illusion of
Bewitching
Twixt the hour of wane
and witching.
~ Tao Babe
Taobabe 
Smooth 😉
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Thanks! This is what happens when you cross ‘blonde airhead’ with ‘poetry’. You get a poem about leg shaving. LOL.
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I wouldn’t call you a blonde airhead. Your posts intrigue me every time I read them, so you’re not a airhead!
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Thanks Martin. 😀
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