Scribbles

Sometimes kinky.
Sometimes crude.
Always cosmopolitan.
Always eager to please,
Rhythmic motions meant to tease.
Craftily coy to get one’s way.
Wiggle your hips hey, hey, hey.
Provocative moves a glancing touch.
Wakes with ideas bent on lust.
One well aimed elbow to the ribs,
Breaks escapist visions.
With a high pitched shrill,
Oh your not sleeping – well, well, well