Sway

Sway

Sway the shay this way
he wanted to hear her heels clicking cement
turning a spin in the noon wind
whew!

let them see
unearth femininity pomp
publicly display your urbane blaze

woven cotton swoon
draped around waist
allowing the imagination to race
running neath her dress

let the vagina express
fanning scent of passion for change mist
talcum powder bits
forgive your tight dungarees
the clunk of battle boots and sarcastic tees

he wanted to see lifting fabric
melodious crossing
weaving around her upper thighs
flourishing down the street
with ballast of the globe

smelling the cocoa butter
smear the air near
the open Cubana Cafe
coalesce with his Diamond Crown
tender pink Daises for his lady


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