So beautiful are many a woman’s derrière.
Perfectly shaped, full, round and oh so fair.
A sculpture worthy of the masters, beyond compare.
The sight of, brings men’s minds, his eyes to stare
at such wonder, the beauty of Mother Natures design
and the desire of oh so many, wishing it were mine
to pat, to caress, to admire, to compliment, to define.
But alas, never to touch, unless the lady be so kind.
Giving ecstasy to every man’s desirous mind.
Allowing him to define, in order to refine
his insatiable taste
without any haste.
B. J. “A” 2
October 3rd 2016
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2016
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