her spectacular ass
asks,
grab
as
passers worship
her width,
broad hips,
and that mountainous gift.
daydreams drift like
tides as I wish
for that to be mine.
oh, how men linger and long
for an ass like ham
to pump their hips upon.
to stare down at
while those cocks go to bat.
I watch her bounce that backside
back and forth forming figure eights
and drag that freight through
thankful crowds.
she sneers, cries, covers it,
shy,
as I watch from afar and wonder, why?
she has the script of hypnotists;
a single peruse
of that caboose
and men want you.
a handful of pink flesh
to sink their palms into.
she sheds this power like
useless skin.
shrugs it off;
wasted again.
