i meet a brown woman
early this morning
walking down the
street of the
town
she wears a transparent
blouse
her tits are protruding
bra-lessly
her hips swaying like a tsunami
her lips are wet with
too much gloss of red in there
her shorts are too short
her bottom is calling
for you to lust on her
she is showing her navel
and her middle
is cracking
i guess she is simply
telling you
that she is ready for
any war
and her tits and
cracks
and nipples
and hips
are her
potent weapons
and you go home
wanting to explode
she may destroy
& defeat you
after all
with all your
hidden weaknesses
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