Ode to Winky

Sometimes kinky.
Sometimes crude.
Always cosmopolitan.
Always eager to please,
Rhythmic motions meant to tease.
Craftily coy to get one’s way.
Wiggle your hips hey, hey, hey.
Provocative moves a glancing touch.
Wakes with ideas bent on lust.
One well aimed elbow to the ribs,
Breaks escapist visions.
With a high pitched shrill,
Oh your not sleeping – well, well, well