My Sweet Arse

“My sweet arse, oh yeah, My sweet arse. That's what I say, my sweet arse, cop a look at this, baby, my sweet arse.”

He spun around and looked back over his shoulder, bringing his hand up to his lips, a finger crossing them.

He slid his arms around himself and gave his butt a wiggle.

He looked away. And he gave his arse a wiggle again.

He looked back over his shoulder with a pout on his lips.

And smiled.

“They say it is a gold mine, what I’ve got,

They say it makes the girls look,

and it makes the guys scoff.

A lot.

What do you think?”

“Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Bang bang.”

And he slapped his arse once again.

“It smells like orange blossom, and tastes like wine,

not sure if that is exactly true,

but I am inclined,

have been told more than once that,

it is divine.”

Then he smiled a smile bigger than the horizon,

and did a twirl.