Ruti Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ruti

She is not Ruti but
-since she is Indian
-and to me is bread
-I call her with that sound
-not the Nan, which I too
-eat, consume
-but "Ruti"

And she is truly
-hot, small, as chilli

Of her I
-like the butts
-two lovely great balls
-sort of round basketball
-smaller; for soccer, volleyball

No space between them
-never pants show wrinkles

I like it since can see
-our sex thing
-being done, and over
-and the time to sleep

She and I lay in bed
-my front, back of hers

I hold her in my arms
-one above, one under and crossed
-her lemons fill my palms
-I place genitals
-right between her two balls
-and feel joy, pleasure
-of softness and her warmth

I also like her lips
-in two acts; far apart
-first one is her smile
-and second, sensitive
-giving me blow job