Spring Fever

You iz mah little gurl charm

Mah ten finger count.

You are mah snake basket

Mambo mommah.

Mah first star tonight.

I wear you tightly

Wrapped around mah thin neck

In choker fashion

With silver bone love

Biting innah

Delicate style.

Yah iz mah steamy mischief

Mah parade in high heels.

You gots that hot butter rum taste

Dear

That melts innah mah mouth.

You are mah late night durty phone calls

And I rilly likah the way

Dat phone buzzes behind yer voice.

You are mah savage beauty

With tigers at yer side

As you strut next ta me

Down flourescent supermarket aisles

Rubbing up against mah legs

Like a dark animal in heat.

You be mah silver screen glossy kisses

The kind dat makes our moms blush

And slightly shift their gaze

Hoping ta avoid

The eyes of the devil

Should he appear.