Quatrain of My Buns


My Buns, not mine







Go ahead, slap my back,
but don't pinch
my buns
outstanding,


There is nothing in life
worse than to feel
fingers so
demanding.


My behind was made for
sitting, by firming up my posterior mountain
climbing.


If you truly wish to feel my
butt so alluring, it is
all in the
timing.

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