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I AM ENJOYABLE : A SATIRE

I'm sexier than any girl you see,
And comment 'sexiest', happiest will I be.
Do stare at me -- feline I sashay by,
Alluring more than whole ramp can display.
A tease you may remark or chick of class,
Or say a bombshell kind of naughty lass.
Imagine what you may, but I do state,
Kim, Mad or JeLo can't with theirs equate.
My gyrating body curve will take you bound
The orbit's longest course the sun around;
Measure me length and breadth, bottom and top,
So great a monument to grab and grope;
From front, a Three-D touch you'll get I bet,
See my behind, anything else you shall hate;
My unsagging breasts do never tell you a lie
Or my unwobbling ass does never go loose by;
A luscious well of fun for carnal bliss--
The honeycomb that's me shall not perish;
No whore, endure can I 'one-night-stand' voyage-
A perfect toast on bed for lucky guys.
In open gesture am I, in courteous guise--
The cynosure of all lascivious eyes.
Assemble for me numberless men to see,
No way Taj Mahal looks more beautiful than me...

I love you guys. I love being stared at deep
And love to roll in your lewd eyes you keep.
I pride myself on pleasing your desire,
But not waylay me nor to own you dare.
Ogle me, but from touching do desist;
'Catch me if you can' if you can't resist.
Persist or stalk and harass, and no yelp,
The prison I will show you on charge of rape.
Yet you ignore me not, nor write you off at all,
For my mischief will go off once and for all...

                                                      -- N P SAMAL


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