Teira Naahi

Saturday, June 17, 2017

NSRTFA - 39


Richly poor stood at her door

Watching the world in play

Scanning the faces imagining their station

She twirls her hair and says


My bosom for a nation whom fate has ignored

My body for the tired hungry and poor

My lust for the queen and my jewel for a king

But for you my dear friend i can be any-think


I can see it in your faces 

How your eyes do betray

You have undressed me already 

Had me measured and weighed


But i am beautiful i know

And for a little kindness more

What you can not get from your lover

You can get from this door:









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