Saturday, May 4, 2019

One Hot Night

Thirteen well-heeled bachelors 

In bright flamingo blazers 

Danced one hot night 

In Spandex tights 

Amazing all on gazers 


An opera prima donna 

First time on marijuana 

Watched their hips 

And licked her lips 

With Chicken Parmigiana 


Lost in deep attention  

She yearned for their affection 

One or more 

She wasn’t sure 

But she faced competition 


Others ladies watching 

Felt attraction for the misters 

Four yoga girls 

Two dames in pearls 

And three pairs of sexy sisters 


The room was full of passion 

Hot things were sure to happen 

As excitement rose 

Inside their clothes 

The femmes jumped into action 


The yoginas started cheering 

Emboldened by their age 

The sisters not to be outdone 

Jumped up and stormed the stage 


At first the dames mocked quietly 

This youthful indiscretion 

But abandoning tact 

They too would act 

To pursue their male obsession 


Soon the twelve were up onstage 

Except the cultured singer 

Who wrestled with appearances 

Of acts she thought beneath her 


But she sensed that this moment 

Was hers alone to win 

So although still feeling wobbly 

She got up and jumped right in 


It became a raucous circus 

This impromptu virile show 

As ladies went to bolder lengths 

To have their passions known


Some peeled off bits of clothing 

Others ground their hips 

As the audience kept watching 

And leaving record tips 


One strong woman determined 

The singer took her chance 

She went to the most handsome man 

And joined him in his dance 


Their eyes were locked together 

She mirrored his every move 

Their connection was electric 

And sparks filled all the room 


As the steamy show concluded 

They circled round the bar 

The audience applauded 

And cheered how good they are 


This crew enjoyed a round of drinks 

Caroused and laughed and smiled 

The singer and her handsome gent 

Stood together all the while 


Then one of them suggested 

That they run out to the beach 

They left their shoes 

There in the room 

And felt sand with bare feet 


They stripped down to their underwear 

Some bold ones even less 

And ran into the rolling waves 

Where they swam and played and caressed 


And so it went one magic night 

As they frolicked on the sand 

Under the moon 

In wild Cancun 

Thirteen new loves began 



Copyright © 2019 Daniel R. South 
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