white legs dangle down wriggling toes, flashing thighs reflect across the room
that skirt is so short; so are your legs and you can’t touch the floor bottom
you stir the smoky blueness as you bounce one foot and splash looks to make waves
see my jagged tooth grin and the oily fins circling, do you smell blood?
there’s no frenzy - just a cool ripple that cuts the water all power and stealth
a wet rush swimming in drinks and you think something looms beneath
but I glide by without incident; your eyes follow the smooth length of my body
no attack, you’ll wake in tact left to wonder just who got rubbed the wrong way
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