The right to lay at the beach in your bikini, absorbing the salt, sand and sunscreen.
The pleasure of nodding off whilst lightly tanning my back, head shoved in my dress as a pillow.
Reading my book in silence, without interruption or distraction from the passage that lay in front of me.
Endless hours unaccounted for - answering or catching up with nobody.
People watching around and noticing a creepy man gawking at me.
Discreetly watching him and making sure he's in my sight - not being dodgy and disgusting.
Watching him walk away and mouth 'I want to fuck you'
an instant skin crawling reaction and desire to vomit.
In a moment feeling violated and filthy, a need to hide underneath my towel.
Apparently the right to do all of the above things and be respected as a female
and a member of the public is impossible to ask.
Bikini = eye candy.
Voluptuous = sick fantasy for creepy old man.
What a toss.
What a pathetic excuse for a person.
I stay and push it from my mind,
refusing to be an object of his delusion.
These men are disgusting filth needing to be taught a lesson!!
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