Watching the sway of your hips as you walk
Smiling as your skirt rides up your legs upstairs
Gazing at your breasts even when you talk
Picturing you in my bed without your wares
You seem convinced there’s a fault in our stares.
You know we’ve been trained to get what we want
What can you expect when your body you flaunt?
(c) Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (17 June 2017)
This has been written as part of the Bar-A-Thon 2 Challenge prompt The Fault in our Stares. I have also managed to use the theme ‘Seven‘ by using the poetic form Rime Royal which is a seven-line stanza with the rhyme scheme a/b/a/b/b/c/c/