Missed The Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Missed the

I missed the summer wind
When went out for shopping.

In shades it turns breeze
To go round, lavishly.

It flirts, keeps kissing
The bare, naked skin.

No hugging, but still
Enjoy her soft, sweet
Behaviour, is fetish…

We, three, are friends
Join, during summer,
Put forces, together
Penetrate inside the
Brains of, angel-girls.

We know and are aware
Of them with their dress.

They speak in each walk
In silence, we look, watch.

See bras, skirts, socks
To sandals, garters, tops.

Then work on permits to
Crawl on their skins
Deep to their underwear.

This summer, COVID rules
Therefore, less were exposed.

Crowded was highway
But few cars entered
To the malls or centres.

I missed the summer wind
When went out for shopping.