Skirt in Oakland

 I am thinking of wearing a skirt in to Oakland

Of walking down the street

Swinging my hips

 long legs exposed

My head up

Hair long

Blue eyes

Untouchable

I wont even look into their faces while they stare

Turning their black aged heads in my direction

Jaws dropped

I know they are gawking

I don’t look but that doesn’t mean I don’t see.

Its all for my ego

For my well being

I will walk, just to have them look 

For their sexual energy

I will suck up

Steal away

Hide somewhere in me

For when I need it the most

I can remember the day

When I wore a skirt to Oakland

And how they stared…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

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Another awesome write Monday:)

[Chris]

A good and creative memory... and I would probably look on in appreciation as well as you passed. The pic really didn't fit though.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I like that one ..... its a fantasy of all woman I believe to walk down the street like that ... although not many will admit

[WiLL i e]

I'm not sure why you would confine this to Oakland but I do love the boldness and ease of it all. :)

[Dream Weaver]

A self indulgent stroll never
hurt anybody. Light and
breezy fun, as long as you
don’t let it go to your head.
A very charming write. ;-)

[Kimberly S]

ahahaha... i love that poem! i could just see it... somewhere in all of us i think we have that very same feeling.

[DiMar4u]

that trip was tight,
every word kept me there,
none to waste, you took
me there and back,
without the scars--

[chris' girlfriend]

you have so much self confidence :)
... i dont :(