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Feb 2014
I furtively glance at the wholesome flesh

afraid in case
she catches me stealing
her precious things.

There was so much bare
it seemed unfair
to have to content with one stare

With so much bare
no reason to see elsewhere
and deny my pleasure immense
at her expense

Of me
she gets little to see

As for my crotch

*it is no top-notch!
Inspired by Commuter Blues (part 1) by poet AmandaFH
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/591752/commuter-blues-part-1/
written in a different context.
My apology Amanda.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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