Miss Adventure Poem by santhana louis

On tiredly getting back from work
I met the girl in a moving bus
thanks to the flowing rush inside
got tightly docked to her womanly scent

our body lines lay rammed and I was scared
that something untoward was sure to be there
a virgin bachelor, as I had been
could not help fighting the delicate sin

sweating nose and those silent lips
matching blouse was wet, in heat
marble cheeks with three pimples
drove me straight to a dream sequence

flowing hairs on the slip shot shoulders
in Garden Silks wrapped up glamors
at a kissing distance......... but without any right
'chastity was trespassed' in the true vedic light

madding crowd sent in crushing waves
I stood like a rock to ward off the shocks
to prevent the 'statue' from any harm
as if I held the momentary lease to her charms

The bus jerked to a halt, at my regular stop
I had to...... detach with a dented heart
dropped as dead wood, .......I started on the pavement,
passing the 'unknown queen' to yet another siege