A better appearance
on a news channel.
I tried for a close-vision.
Personally eyes watched.
Started from the head,
very hard of rock.
But a pretty news jockey.
Eyes fixed
on a particular point
vexed me.
Its efforts
were in vain.
Eyes begged
to be on the backside.
The Newsreader
blinked at mind’s supplication.
Her smile echoed
between screen and me.
A vernacular
boomerang intruded.
Eyes continued
scrutinizing.
Revamping from neck
eyes slowly came down,
the breast, belly and abdomen.
For a naked aftermath,
my eyes eagerly came down.
She had only a beautiful trunk!