You scan her without touching
and touch her without thinking.
Her bosom does not want your lascivious stares
Her butt doesn't ask you to outline
Her skin does not invite you to send winks.
Who allowed you to block her way?
Did she ask for it anyhow someday?
You're unaware of her hidden reality,
she appears timid, but is not fragile.
She blasts like a missile,
targeting the eyes which ask her to come close
or the hands which try to touch her through.
She has the fierce of a lioness,
but elegance of a mermaid.
She's a temple of kindness,
but cruel to manly hindrance.
She's the goddess of purity,
keep away your hands congenitally dirty
One moment you might see her in tears.
Just leave her alone,
and she'll emerge after overcoming her fears.
One moment you might think she has surrendered.
Turn your back,
And your ghoul desires would be stabbed.
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Unspoken: A collection of poetry
شِعرThis book contains some pieces of poetry which had been left unspoken by me, by you, by the world. ❤
