She came all undressed
And stood infront of him
To tempt his senses.
He looked at her for a long time,
Her long legs, her fair skin,
The curvatures of her thighs,
Her cleopatra nose, her rosy cheeks
And eyes blue like the ocean.
He asked her to come close
To him, held her in his strong arms
And softly said,
‘Put your clothes on.
Let us get to know each other
And then, the clothes
Will fall on their own
Like petals do
When the fruit is ready.
pramila khadun
A pleasant poetic divertissement.
Thanks dear friend Louis for this kind comment.
A beautiful, well-crafted poem. An admirable reversal of so-called traditional ‘roles’.
Thanks dear Vijay for this great comment.