Delicious Derrieres

I wonder who has captured who:
Why are your eyes on stalks?
Have you forgotten - it's a bottom;
If bottoms have their faults,
It is not shocking that the stockings,
Slip, as your wild thoughts waltz,
To dances you have done before,
That leave my thoughts unsure;
But these I'll hide, as your dreams glide
Up my form to fine coiffure:
This is perfect, though you're erect
And your mind's on one movement:
The one where you unzip yourself
To exercise your lance;
And feast your hardness on the soft,
Obliged alcoves where you
May find the answer, you have sought,
Re: who has captured who...

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