Do you see her revealed?

That girl on the street ,that passes you by,
Do you see her revealed, in your mind’s eye?
She wears a dress, which flares and flows,
But beneath you know, her beauty glows.

In your head, her clothes can be no more,
Your eyes roam around, on a bodily tour,
What form she takes, what details unseen,
What shapes and colours? Your mind is keen.

Should that dress disappear,
Her round ass, would be clear,
Or that other girl, in the hoodie,
What would she be like, in the nudie?

Your mind spins, as your take in the crowd,
What if they were all naked, their bodies proud,
The slim girl walking by, her boobs you think small,
Or the incredible long legs, of that other girl who’s tall.

And what would you see, between those many limbs,
Smooth shaved, or hairy, if only you could glimpse,
All around beauty, and much more in your dream,
All those glorious bodies, waiting to be seen.

That larger girl over there, her boobs are surely massive,
That braless girl walking past, leaves your imagination passive,
The ginger girl with freckles, how much of her they cover?
The dark skinned girl with long dark hair, her body you’d like to discover.

You can see within your mind, nipples of every size and colour,
Breasts of great variety, right now hiding beneath a collar,
But oh to see them all be free,
Pert ones, saggy ones, all pretty.

Long legs, short legs, hairy legs, and thunderous thighs,
Slim legs, and tiger stripes, all pass your mental eye,
Toned tummies, and ones with folds,
Each individual beauty, you do behold.

And then you have to stare, to blink,
What did I just see, was that what I think?
Imagination needed no more,
Reality teases, and you adore.

That first girl in the flowing dress,
A gust of wind, at your request?
Up blows the fabric elegantly,
And as imagined, her bum you see!