Wind

On a coastal boulevard, the wind did blow,
Whipping through the trees, making hair flow.
Trash soared high in the morning air,
As the gusts bent trees and showed no care.

A lady walked with a skirt so small,
No panties beneath, no comfort at all.
Unaware of the eyes behind her gaze,
She soon realized her mistake in a daze.

Her skirt fluttered, revealing skin so bare,
No underwear to hide, causing quite a scare.
But she didn't try hard to make it right,
Just a casual tug, a careless slight.

A man followed, his eyes filled with lust,
Unable to resist, in him a desire thrust.
The sound of his shoes echoed close by,
For blocks he trailed, his gaze fixed on high.

She struggled to cover, but it was in vain,
The wind mocked her efforts, causing more pain.
The wind still whipped, exposing her all,
A complete stranger witnessing her fall.

With a full erection, his embarrassment grew,
For ogling wasn't what a "modern" man would do.
But then again, he was helpless, for she is the one to wear
short skirts in public without any underwear