Naked Mango

Move inside the rhythm,
my sexy dancer boy.
Your hips in measured drumbeats,
my luscious, mango toy.

I want to feel you push
the song, in two four slap:
your hips, in pleasured heartbeats,
baiting the mango trap.

We speak of mango sunsets
and of sweeter mango pink.
I'm sure there's mango juice
dripping in my kitchen sink.

I swear I stand here naked,
my melons, firm and round,
my skin, unblemished and stretched tight.
Look! A mango found.

Step in close behind me,
wrapping all around our dance.
How I need your strength tonight,
to lead our mango trance.

You twist and mango twirl me
and kiss my mango throat,
on my stove, cook mango syrup,
float my mango gravy boat.

Now we've found the rhythm,
my sexy dancer boy.
Dancing tangos in my kitchen
bringing love and mango joy.