Perfect Ass

Posted: June 19, 2014 in Poetry
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One might suggest

from that interaction 

last summer

that the moment

with that individual 

represented the perfect ass

though that be true

I speak of a different

sort of ass

in reprehensible terms

the lovely ass of a well coifed 


Indeed, if a day be sad

just simply seeing her

legging drawn buttocks

in lovely form 

can change the pitch of the day.

Set aside my desire to

pull the garments south,

I only delight in the moment

her physical beauty,

such grace and movement

a dancer’s twist of muscle,

leaves me happy, satisfied

ready to later take liberty

with given pleasure

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