The Ramp Walker Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

She walked with
Her supine body like plastic,
Undulating the buxom,
Bottoms, so gracefully,
She looked like a serpant,
With trimmings so light,
That the erect nipples
Brushed on the fabric,
Only in a g string,
Translarent to show
Of her shaven cleft,
Which made the males,
Swallow the saliva
Through the thoat,
Even beautiful women,
Nodding in sexy delight,
Stutters closing hundred times,
Flashes all around,
She floated by in grace
To appear in fab mags,
Fashion tvs, and in internet,
To live a surreal life,
To be posessed forever.