Her Load Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her load

Hanging on the noodle strings
-guess the weight is nothing

Sun is out
-it is hot
-humid tops it up
-every part of body
-is in hell, except eyes
-"Must have fun…"
-say my heart, also mind!
-and nasty hidden part…?

Her hair is black
-and the same is dressed

Skin white
-as we heard of the girls:
-"Has not seen the Moonlight…"
-fresh and generous…

Each shoulder underneath
-Two noodles
-for bra and the top…
-inviting cleavage
-Orange-size two breasts
-surely ripe…juicy with thin skin
-in shiver when walking…

With cloths used for her
-not more than a filled-palm
-Water-filled is the mouth
-broken is the heart…
-in action secret part…

Body parts
-openly and shameless
-secretly, ambiguous
-have same thought; united:
-"I want her…"
-in the arms and or bed…