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 in a hug 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 with a flat hand.

“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.