Looks Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Looks

In skirt, very tight, showing all
Down she comes

In my hand are papers, staple
I am fail on the run

She pulls down what rolled up
I glance to the side

Deep inside, both minds read
She of me, I of hers

Lips are tight, looks to sides
Each of us pretends

Our looks talk when meeting
"I am fine, excellent."

In the air and drunk as if bird
Hangs question:
"Did you like all my shape? "
Signed answer:
"Yes almost; not that look"
I could read:
"I like it indirect, you devil."