Hard and cold - urbanised

1. How vulnerably naked I am, veiled from the outside world,
   The net curtains by the draft swirled,
   A gap made for me to see them out there
   The chance of being spotted, my boobies and I, quite a dare!
   But, no fear of being exposed
   For, each person I see drugged and dosed,
   With the urban coldness of concrete walls and Windows closed,
   To walk around zombie-like, a lifestyle imposed.
   And thus, quite comfortably i sit here and dare
   Out at the world to stare
   And wonder what would anybody think...
   Would their lids even blink?
   Seeing a naked woman simply sitting there
   All naked and bare...
   A coy smile on her lips and, eyes full of soul,
   Knowing the onlooker to cajole,
   A fantasy all of a sudden , once again, alive
   On, "what ifs"... it used to know to thrive.
   That twinkle that tinge of colour in eyes and cheek
   No longer lost and meek,
   The blood once more to surge and fill the veins
   To fight off the urban shackle and chains.
   Imposed, be the urban jungle on us
   The hustle and bustle knowing to make us cuss,
   For, frustrations and challenges do know to wear one down,
   And sadly to bed and to wake , always to wear a frown.
   Thus, maybe , once in a while
   Look higher than the urban walls and smile,
   For, who knows who may be sitting behind that window veiled,
   Allowing your fantasy to fly , no longer curtailed.

RB.