A wolf-whistle elapses
Sudden, immediate and short;
Its sound divides into two neat strokes
That lift up my skirt
And peer down my top.
My stride collapses in a moment
that should have dissolved, but instead
It presses against me,
Nestled against my face like a ceaseless braid.
Sudden, immediate and short;
Its sound divides into two neat strokes
That lift up my skirt
And peer down my top.
My stride collapses in a moment
that should have dissolved, but instead
It presses against me,
Nestled against my face like a ceaseless braid.
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