The waves are rough, the sun is harsh
The weather didn’t meet my expectation
Jacket packed in and slippers out
Feet all ready for a little exploration
A thin cotton top, legs bared free
Her shorts are not an invitation
Prying eyes will scan all they can
Intentions need no explanation
But she rushes for the sea’s embrace
Lost in joy, without trepidation
Later, She emerges from the waters
Wrapped with a child’s elation
Wet, happy, scantily-clad still
But her shorts are not an invitation
For you to take pictures or selfies
Of her in the back, without permission
No kind sir…
Her shorts are not an invitation
To make cheap comments or leer lustily
Her shorts are not an invitation
To stalk, touch , grope 
‘Oh but you wore it for attention’
We hear you say with a smug smile
Then fucking keep it till attention!
A harmless glance, a quick look
Or even a smile of appreciation
A kind compliment with words
At an arm’s distance the attention
If She wants something, She'll ASK for it
Her shorts are not an invitation

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