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Here is a short poem about women's butts by Mark R Slaughter

Id never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, its really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat

Or squeeze, and then to tease her if its eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined
And tho our needs are varied, girls, theyre all perverse of mind!

Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
Please! we beg her, bend and bare! But we can only hope!

Im sure by now you get the picture like a rule of thumb
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.