previously posted in the Picture Poetry Contest
Victoria’s other secret
thrusted out of stone
a pair of machismo torsos
gratuitously oversees
a very private portal
on this side of the
weightless fabric—
skin...soft curves...
a cleft most coveted...
on the other side—
mounting
anticipation
lacy silky scanty showy thingys
do they cover as much
as they reveal?
but for these two
stoic voyeurs...
you can look but you can’t touch
; )