Ooh-la-la, as round
as apples & as pretty as pears,
Kissed in sensual silk
satins, laces or simply bare,
As hills on the horizon
that meets my glad gaze,
Derrieres, all shapes
& sizes that gladden my days,
Please, no butts, no bottoms, not arses nor rears,
No insulting words
of its beauty will heed or hear,
So pretty maid, sway
& strut as much as you dare,
And know, admiring
eyes follow your sweet derriere.
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