There was a gentle scraping at the door to Abby's room. She turned quickly and smiled when she saw a single sheet of paper in front of the door, still partially obscured beneath it. She resisted the urge to get up and sprint for the door, as a bid to find her anonymous poet. She'd tried it before, but there was always an empty hallway waiting for her.
She lovingly scooped up the paper. It was a new poem, not one they had worked on together before. She smiled and read as she returned to her desk.
Thigh
There is equality in thighs.
None unsexy, none unshapely
Each pair desperate to hide,
Aching for revelation.
Envision a thigh.
The word alone, thick
In your mouth,
The heavy tongue
Between your teeth.
It isn't simply honored
By proximity to promise.
It is flesh on flesh,
Nerve on nerve,
Tingle on tingle.
Run your tongue over
Any thigh and taste
How sweet it is
