Ode to Deadly Thighs Oh mighty limbs of doom and might, Your supple curves delight my sight; Thy sinuous warmth, so smooth and snug, Embraces like a vice, a deadly trap or hug. Like stalwart sentinels, standing tall, Two pillars of power do enthrall; Clutching, crushing, with strength so vast, Heroes, villains, all to grasp. Majestic muscles, taut as wire, In supple flesh, with power to stifle fire; Your dynamite caress, tender yet tough, Could make a mocking deity blush. With thighs like these, the Earth doth quake, And tempest hearts -- a captive take; Their secret arsenal, a fearsome treasure, Yet silky smooth pleasure beyond all measure. Fatale they are, these God-given limbs, The tools of destruction, but also gentle hymns; By their vice-like force or waltzing grace, True lovers, and doughty foes, such limbs do influence. Unleashed in battle, like thunderous hail, Or shimmering softly in a whispering gale; From conquest to dance, power and grace, Deadly thighs -- you shall forever embrace. In shadows unseen or in full battle cry, No foe escapes their grasp or steely eye; Like the swift serpent or lion's jaws, They tighten, constrict, till all breath is lost. Oh deadly thighs, we sing your praise, For strength within, and beauty that stays; Destroyer and comforter, twin pillars of might, Heed the call of your lovers' plight.