The tap tapping sound
of high-heeled shoes on the pavement
creates a rythm and meaning
like the talking drums of Africa.
Heads turn as you pass
unabashedly assessing
lasciviously the qualities
of your bottom.
The great hip that you sway
makes me imagine
of the hidden treasure
in the valley of nature
inspires me to dig into my pocket
like a gold mine
if only to secure
the crude honey of your bossom!