Standard Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Standard

I felt her when massaged;
She wasn't "D" but was
A "C", or, "C Plus! "

Knowingly, unaware
Set breasts on my face
In robbing my shoulders
To my neck and reverse.

Her size was large enough
To cover both my eyes…

In maroon her dress
Underneath I felt like
An Ox with matador…

Afraid of acting wrong
Had to change line of thoughts.

"Size, size, size…standards! "

Dropped me in my car
Driving around town
Looking at vehicles
Japanese and German,
Rambler, Jaguar…

I couldn't like any
Because of standards
All of them look alike.

Now, same is human
In clothing and in size
"A" to "D", and Plus,
Or small, to X-Large…

From her what I liked
Was smell, the natural
Prepared some words but
Swallowed, did not talk:
"Wrestle me to knock out! "