I protest, I do not don this for a simple minded pleasure of the male species nor for courting or to exhibit what is underneath, beneath. This is in expression of my comfort, conformance and above all my right as a woman, to display my femininity not to be sought, seen, treat as some trophy of a man or who else might be watching. We are not prizes waiting to be obtained neither plaything or toys and let that be a lesson boys, we are not savants in servitude, we do not exist simply to copulate and cook for you…lift the weight off our shoulders and share the heavy load…we have every right to boast, to goad through these words!
Petit as they may be, still presented like my stick thin legs for what else is a girl to do, to wear upon a summer’s day? And yet without realizing you all stubbornly stare when I did not ask for your leering, lecherous advances of the eye whether you meant it or not.
My bare legs and shoulders drip with sweat and as I fan the heat from my face I come to terms what you immediately think about.
I protest..again this is not a display for you…well maybe a little when a man comes along, perhaps a woman even..who would share my fancy...but by then you'll be hooked by a quick flash forthwith of polka dot a' fleeting and I'll have your balls in my court before you can say the words I love you...