Ode to Butts

Stop thinking its bad
Because its totally fine
The way your jeans fit
Your perky little behind
This is not a problem
Nor is it a drill
When I look at your bum
I get a bit of a chill
If your pants were tighter
Only I could imagine
Oh how much more I'd lust
Over your posterior fetal attraction
God gave it to you
For a reason we both know
Let me feel your hind quarters
So the trust will grow
I need to tell you
But I've been stricken with fear
I'll tell you my thoughts anyway
I want your derrière.
I'm sure you're aware
Of your aesthetically pleasing hinny
I bet in the sun
It's baby bottom shiny
I promised myself
I wouldn't refer to it as an "ass"
But I couldn't help but tell you
I want your badonkadonk mass.

*Original Poems by Posh Spice*