A dusty town
Burning in heat
No matter,
Anything for Exotic East
Feast of limbs
Left and right
Clasped close
Gripping tight
Sculpted waists
Flaring hips
Loafers gather
To pick up tips
Backpackers quickly
Snapping pics
Gazing upwards
At the divine act
Don’t catch anyone’s eye-
That’s a silent pact
Side by side
Watch in thrall
Kamasutra playing
On the wall
If you start to feel sexy
DO NOT look lusty
And if you slip
In playing the part
Get asked, “Wotchu lookin’ at?”
Say fast, “I’m just appreciating art.”
