Hunted Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hunted

You say all what you want;
I do mine.

I call this "beauty"
To me is "attractive"

See them walk?
See the hair floating?
See those curves in dress?
See the shorts so sheer, or skirts?
See the chest cloud-like taking shape?
See the butts, deep oceans' windy wave?
See cream-powdered face look as if dune-desert?

How great are they all …I find them attractive beauty! ! !

I am just a prey
Fallen in lips' traps
Hunted by perfections
Wounded by an arrow, eyebrow's.