Smaller derrieres

Get thee behind me
I murmured, as I looked
to the lake, conscious
of your satanic
condescension, evilly
planning for my "end".

🪳 moustique🪳
With a derriere so fair
Be assured I will stare
So you can gaze for days;
My attention it won't phase.
Please don't malign my design
For your beautiful behind
For your unmeasured pleasure
Is all that I treasure
My goal's miles of your smiles
If you'll just give me a trial!
 
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