my sweet and saucy

springtime thighs

your thighs
walk in the dark
they are not bashful

they jive
with heavy rhythms
bumping into my hands
when they are charged
with electricity from
the gods

oh girl
your silly thighs
rumble in the dark

they are a recipe
for the growth of
my legal
tenderness

but the very mood of your thighs brings
me success - my hearts pumps
like a hip-hop maniac
dancer

oh
sweet naughtiness
saucy … hot … like salsa

and

one last thought -

springtime thighs
are best when
they dance
slowly in
the dark
where
poets
lie.