Girls In The Tennis Court - Poem by SABU SHANMUGHOM

The short skirt
Hovers up.

Eyes perceive
On the lingerie
The dark future

Pondering over the
Luscious breasts
They'll taste
Of cooked meat.

The exposed thighs
Like the shapes made of
Sandstorms in the desert
Become the feast.

Don't want to see anymore.
No curiosities left.

Women, no longer a surprise.
Nudity isn't a topic of discussion

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011

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