Sighing about thighs sightings

I can't stop sighing

about thighs sightings.

They're soft, strong,

provide support all day long.

Sensitive on the inside,

rugged on the outside,

they're always up for a ride.

Thighs make me sigh;

they're a personal high.

They give legs the zest

to tackle any quest,

from fitness to leisure,

or better yet: pleasure.

Soft or toned, voluptuous or lean

thighs carry the tales of a queen

only fools would demean.

Kiss them, bite them; I’ll do it all.

Squeeze my face in; I'll have a ball.