Sex In A Miniskirt

When the music started and she began to sing
A dozen flashlights shined across her
Each seeking the spot they most wished to see

Like sex in a miniskirt she knew how to strut
A body that moved as music and passion
Hair made up to the point of make believe
Lips and eyes, all from a world of fantasy
Legs, smooth and nubile, wrapped in net
Shoes wove around feet and ankle
Like fingers of a boyfriend

In that crowded backyard
Hidden among the hills of San Francisco
Like a high school crush
She hit Joe
Mesmerizing

And for the length of a song
Joe could almost ignore her shoulders
A little too broad
And her hands
A little too big

“I’m a fighter”
She screamed in song

“You won’t stop me”
She promised

Joe wouldn’t dream of trying.