As the girl composed herself
She tucked on the very end of her skirt
So that it covered that much more of her
And as she walked she felt it hiking up
To the point that she thought, though she wasn't, that she was exposing herself
The fabled contraptions about her spun
And men loomed out of coffee house windows
Money in hand, and a nice tailored suit
And though lonely, sat at tables set for two
She kept her eyes forward, books under one arm
And her other loose fingers,
Tugging at her skirt
On the side of the road they were driving on by
Bumper to bumper ignoring road signs
Deciphering her clothes, like they were a safe to be cracked
Materializing an x-ray of both her front and her back
The lights materialized green, and they did not go
The red of her dress urged them to move slow
But her fingers held firmly,
So that she felt fabric to skin
And she kept moving forward
As she rounded the corner the males were all feral
Naked and brutally beating each other
With their groins all exposed
And the hairs on their chest
Protruding from tightened muscles, that littered their physiques
They swarmed over each other,
Skin touching skin
To get as close as they could
To the girl in the midst of the copious amounts of others
Not unlike her who stripped of their clothes and rushed to them
Rubbing themselves against them
But the girl in the skirt, that may have been a little to small
She wanted nothing to do with it, nothing at all
And when she finally made it to the place of her learning
She laid down her books,
And kept her eyes forward
As the men all about her kept staring at her calves
Looking up her legs
Imagining what she had
They used absurd words,
Attempting to get a laugh
And she would smile slightly, but keep her eyes to the class
Her eyes were on the forward momentum
That her brain began to rush
And to her side she saw him,
In a slight peripheral
A man not gawking at her
But intent on his time
And she thought when this was all over
Maybe then, they'd have time.
