say she moves with an unconscious swagger;
sexy only cuz she doesn’t know
her hips flow
like they need me between them
saay,
look at her walk in
she crosses the floor like
she’s drifting down a spring fed river
her hips lap the shore
as she spills her way into my lap
walks in with a sashay
unconscious sexy
d
r
i
bb
l
e
s
down her thighs
no heels to burden
her bare feet
her toes fall
one-at-a-time-on
the rug
she says “hey,
walk my way”
and there’s something b u b b l i n g in her eyes
pours hands like honey
down my spine
say there’s something sexy
in the way she moves
her fingers
without knowing
where each
tip
will
land
mapping new trails
marking every spot that
quivers
inside
there’s gold there
she’s patient enough
to wait
for low
tide
