.Mannequin 50.

.Mannequin50.

Chilled young, cute tush, flame glazed eyes
and a 1993 toothbrush.
Ambiguous, upper limbless mannequin
on the M50, near the Red Cows spilt entrails.

Cropped, dyed white hair, waves with each rubber pass.
Small shoulders, breasts, brief covered snatch,
with a little torn patch on the back,
shows her cute peach fluff, shimmering like fresh cut grass.

Her pint glass thighs twitch at a truck horn,
tattooed glamour models on its panes.
The drivers full brown beard still as he watches,
innocently sinful like a ten minute behind grandfather clock.

On her tiptoes, heels held high,
her mismatched socks, chosen from the roll of a die,
soaked to her bruised black toes, falls to her knees-
the cement scraping her skin.

Cropped, dyed white hair waves with each rubber pass,
Her cherished, groped, loved, peach fluff cheeks,
smash on the fresh cut grass.