Monica Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Monica

With changes of seasons
-normal is change in terms
-of meetings; Door to Door.

Lighter are costumes, wears
-gone are the thick covers
-in eye are toes to hairs.

My mouth was watered when
-I knocked and she opened.

Monica looked great;
-except nose, everywhere!

Best of all were breasts,
-size "B", my favourite.

Her bra generous,
-showed it all; not nipples.

The lemons on her chest
-stood there far too firm;
-though she had toddler!

Hardest time was our hug
-easily pushed forward
-with her hands grabbed hard.
-I feared, pulled backward.

Was I fool?
-or afraid?

It could be first and last
-so, tried to avoid
-causing doubt with gesture
-being sent as message
-right or wrong
-relating two genders…

Wanted her to see us
- "As friends; nothing else! "