I remember miniskirts from teenage years gone by
They wiggled and they waggled and my eyes were satisfied
But then came micro skirts
They were always so much worse
Very little was concealed from my eyes so open wide

That lust has long been gone sine I gave my heart away
To my wonderful sweet Jesus who died for me that day
Crucified upon a tree
Now His blood has set me free
My sinful ways are gone and His love is on display

In response to the daily prompt Micro