Bra Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bra

Each time I see a nude
Judy, I think of you
Not the same
Different!

Flirting, undressed
Started with your shirt
Then and then, to bra
Your hands cupped your breast!

But later
Brief went and your hands
Left breasts; covered fur!

Then the sound of the bell
And the key in the door
And in came your parents
I, too shy, ran away! ! !

Your mother down the hall
Took the shirt and blouse
Then gathered the bra
And the rest…

We never talked again
Or did we?
Don't recall!

Years have passed
And that scene
Is always
Live in mind
I feel that innocence;
Then blush!