Swift moving cars
Tongues hanging out of windows
Whistles waiting at street corners
Hunting eyes
I am their prey this time
Wandering hands
Unwelcomed words
That make toes curl
Short skirts
On summer days
Put your flesh away
His fingers pierce my skin
He licks his lips and pulls me in
Out of breath
Down dark alleyways
I had to leave
I couldn't stay
On these streets I am not safe
On these streets hungry eyes come out to play.