I saw her from a distance
And I
recognized the move,
But until I
got much closer,
It was
difficult to prove.
With her
breasts exposed, her bra below,
The cup part
in the back
Was fastened,
then she slid it ‘round
With quite a
practiced knack.
She covered
up her boobs and then
A t-shirt
found its way
As she
slowly dressed right on the path
I walk on
every day.
I passed her
by and coming back,
I saw she’d
shed her pants
And stood
there in her underwear;
Nobody gave
a glance.
Another
unexpected sight
To keep me
on my toes,
This woman’s
story just another
No one
really knows.
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