Crevice Money Poem by Ali Rahimi

She was twisting and turning her symmetrical body
In front of all and sundry
Her body the epitome of symmetry
Guys cheerful, hot with ecstasy
Every fiber satiated with lechery
Some were getting high, some intoxicated
Some in their beloved's kisses immersed
Her artistic moves snubbed or booed
Busy waiters into her they bumped
Noisy hookahs were endlessly smoked
Hamus, kibaps, pizzas were devoured
Heineken, whisky and vodka were guzzled
She moved to a table with guys dazed
Her curves, their craving eyes penetrated
Foray for their appetite to be aroused
A scruffy guy staggered toward her
Put his trembling hand in his pocket
Took a one dollar note and rubbed it in her crevice
His hand felt her heavenly sweaty skin
wallowed in the lust of the carnal joy
adjourned in her crevice for a while
like a horny scavenging beast
basking in its still pulsing struggling prey
YES MATE, the filthy crevice money is now in your hand!