Motorbikes Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Motorbikes

Shirts’ skirts lifted, open and exposed
Flesh and skin, their females’ shapes-forms:
“See, we are girls, on the bikes.”

Looking and watching was fun and was joy,
Was it for skin, and female flesh?
Or was it their guts?
Or free to do, their rather and want?
Why not add to list, ‘all of the above’.

“Hey girls, ” I shouted.
They turned left and faces ‘My thumb high, up and.”

I got my reward, ‘their sweet smiles.’