Your Gluteus Maximus
“May I fondle your gluteus maximus milady?”
“Why you certainly may, my good sir”
“A bucket like yours with such voluptuous curves
Starts me tingling and me motor to purr”
“Let us meander beyond that tree over there
We can let our sweet passion flow
Bid a farewell to our inhibitions so to speak
And share in the light of love's glow”
“Now my kind sir, may I ask you a favor
I wish you would progress a bit further
The way you fondle I find quite exhilarating
Can't help myself yelling bloody murder!”
At that very moment, a small crowd did appear
They were clapping and cheering us on
So we sheepishly pulled up our pantaloons
As our moment of passion was gone
The moral of the story is really quite simple
When fondling a lady's gluteus max
Make sure you're alone and don't gather a crowd
It can certainly detract from the act
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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