Like Flintsone from Bedrock,
They give my steps confidence and balance,
Performing in a sock,
I could stare at their perfect form for hours,
In fact, I've done just that,
God, if I was only more flexible,
I'd perform the most inappropr'ate act,
But alas, so close yet so far away,
Like all things one desires,
Like if I were to have my way with them,
They'd never quench my fire,
Best they stay there,
As cravings, nothing more,
We all need that thing that's just out of reach,
To appreciate all that's just next door.
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