Ass
ASS
The ass came in a cheeky pride.
It's form plump flesh for squeezing.
It hung from shorts in melon globes.
My hand at pause for pleasing.
THEN...
The ass went out in cherished pride.
My soul held back for squeezing.
Her crack to guide a pair of globes.
Directions I found pleasing.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2015
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