Butting-in Why is there no poem on your butt? Such elusive concepts get celebrated - but Who cares for liberty when there is smut? I want to celebrate your butt. My lips, my tongue, my fingers will celebrate your butt Until your breath starts shivering Until your body starts shaking And I will call THAT poetry in making.
Reason for writing:
what do you think? :)))
Birth sign: Leo
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