The whining of the woman next door, secured, <br />The wandering eyes of them in the cleared jungle, <br />The alcohol infused fire in their lower stomachs, <br />They are everywhere on these streets, with aches, <br />The pain of love that they have lacked, <br />The touch of affection that their skin needed, <br />A little bit of hormones to balance their mood, <br />I notice these vulnerable women through my eagled eyes <br />Instead of calling them sister and daughter to induce the true love, <br />I try to touch their shoulder, so I can reach their breasts.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-there-is-an-opportunity/
