Meant to be in arms of million men
Faint smile with a walk of Sophia Loren
Moving and swaying as wind does
Mischievous in her talk, careless in the talk
Ferocious and evil as a twisted Medusa
She exudes aroma of a cheap French Perfume
Mysteriously glances from the corner of her eyes
Loosens up the button of lacy blouse, to get some air
On her translucent skin, from which one can view
the crimson hot blood flowing with full force .
Droplets of fancy sweat on her upper lip, like
exquisite pearls from the Persian Gulf
Soft ample bosoms like Alps can’t contain her
overflowing youth, their is a strain of blue
innocence in her green veins, yet
she is cautious as she knows the ways of
some men, of the evil that dwells in the world.
Tanya Shukla