This is it, the ragtime smell, to inhale, of them,
of boogie girls – they got some swing and big-girl rhythm –
they have – they are – they seem – like just about everything
with all or nothing shakes.
Spank my hand and twist my finger – but don’t plug my nose –
I gotta smell – I want to taste… feel the thrill, oh don’t give it up –
so easy – so simple, filthy girl.
You said go ahead, push the pedal – feel the shake –
whew – sweat down beads of sweat.
2010 Barry Comer