Poem: Reverie | Girls' Sex Physiology
In a bright noon light; Young chap on my sight; Standing under a squared-door-frame; He calls by my name. Then after, I dream of - Quorum of a crush, Revised verse of lush, Nausea articulating in pain, Ideal but still a vain. Instantly, He bows down on my feet, Blessings is all he wants on his greet, Gospel truth of native fellow, Midday fantasy turning yellow.