She felt a little shy looking
At handsome men
Wanting to date them
In solitute and in conversation
Private sharing the feelings
Of both. dying her hair
Using lotions to remove
Unwanted her over her body,
Drenching her face with
Other costly solutions
Doing exercises aplenty,
To attract all the men
She meets, feeling hot
In her private parts,
Yearing now and then
For a lasting kiss
She walked lithe
With her body swinging
Like a catwalker
Thinking of romance
Every six minutes
The way she was made
By the gods who made
Adam, Eve, Serpant and apple.
Ravikiran arakkal
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