They were standing face-to-face, legs entwined, her waist pressed against his crotch.

There were other young couples lolling on blankets on the grass, legs entwined.

They lay still, breathing hard, their legs still entwined.

Of the two of them sleeping, arms and legs entwined, on the deck, gazing up at the moon.

He was still lying on top of her, his legs entwined around hers, holding her tight.

Afterwards they lay together, legs entwined, lost in their own thoughts, resting while their labored breathing returned to normal.

Their legs entwined as each man fought to throw the other.

They fell together, their arms and legs entwined.

Arms and legs entwined, they slept, the deep and satisfied sleep of two who were spent and content.