The guards stood at the ready squirt guns at hand…
The 4 desperados approached flashing teeth and skin
Their Hair collided like rapids on a river bend
splashing its banks with life
With each sway of bottoms unhinged.
Moisture enhanced, spray embraced.
“Ladies, passports please”
A wink, a nod, a glance, lips tugged
“Nevermind. Welcome to Mexico.”