Her Skin Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Her Skin
Her skin
Does she know?
Maybe not…
That is why she pulls up
Her skirt, of jersey colourful light dress
And wraps it round her butt
Exposing underwear line by line
Flowers and the hearts are design.
Rest is yours to guess, judge! ! !
Don’t go far
Don’t think wrong
Her skin stretched
Her poor legs must feel pain
From walk, or the heat, of outside.
Therefore look at the veins makes you sad.
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