Dear stranger ,
Sneak a peek .
In our cozy hotel bed ,
While I’m asleep .
Not my breasts ,
But my heart instead .
No fake definition !
Just real deep emotion .
Deep down , it yearns for affection
Driven by silly hormones
Dwells more on wild satisfaction .
Dear stranger ,
Sneak a peek .
Not my face !
But the mechanism underneath .
Thoughts that pass by …
Some heavy , some light .
Pay attention dear ,
I reckon that .
Don’t need a man
Who wouldn’t dive that depth .
Dear stranger ,
Sneak a peek  .
Not my lips ,
But the potent things they speak !
That boiling aggression
Rising on the inside .
Yes , indeed a catastrophic progression !
Dear stranger  ,
Sneak a peek  .
No no not my photograph !
Catch me candid ,
Capture my insane laugh …
So real , heartfelt indeed .
All the pride of my existent flaws .
Dear stranger ,
Sneak a peek .
In the bar or a couple drinks in the car …
Neither my dress , nor my size .
Dear stranger !
I plead you , bloody open your eyes !
I reckon ,
For most perils in the world
A bold personality would solely suffice .
Dear stranger ,
Sneak a peek .
This time not on the outside …
But for a change , dig a little deeper inside .