In The Club Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

In The Club



Modern girl, with another:
Unconsciously, at the back,
Blackish, over the skirt,
Above underwear elastic,
Is cleavage - open to sky,
Not exactly sexy,
But interesting enough
Without facial interaction:
Idle thoughts, as I pass.

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