Ah, well I
remember
bringing up
the rear
grinning from
ear to ear
peeling panties
from its perfection
almost worshiping
the sight of your
promised land
falling upon my knees
as if in prayer
your naked derreier
the Holy Grail
your posterior
(going down)
in posterity
almost a legend
in the the annals of
my mind.
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