a wet ass and the absence of dis-ingenuity

Crying

Naked 

Wet and

Clinging precariously to me

Me

Who was dry and calm

But now is trying frantically 

To get a reassuring grip 

On a very small and

Definitely damp

Little ass

It smacks of a usually far away primitive people being visited by a television chef 

Who eats monkey brains cooked in cow dung over an open fire and

Smiles and

Nods and

Seems both 

Enticed and

Grateful

Until he and the camera man sneak around the corner of a hut and

Laugh and gag in hushed tones

Except of course

There is nowhere to hide from a wet ass