Nature starts to talk to me

I can feel what the spring air
is whispering to me...

I answer her
with my miniskirt
short enough
to see my knees

Nature plays with me
and send her playful
spring rain

Not having an umbrella
my white shirt gets
a little bit wet...

I feel men’s eyes on me

My dark nipples start to be visible
under my slightly wet shirt

Walking alluringly down
on the narrow cobbled street
I leave behind the men
whom I pass by...
with a hunger

to want me