Don't Feast Our Eyes In Public Places
You are free to walk with bobbing boobs
and bend the rays of straying eyes to fall there.
Showing your wares, you don't go down tubes;
but baring your hideouts, you give me nightmare.
You hug, kiss, and the treats, the eyes around share.
To escape the Melbourne cold winds, each one fleets.
But I heave out sighs seeing thighs in the streets.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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