An Angels @$$-Xxx Poem by Allen Keith Turner

When you bend over,
My eyes are drawn to you.
Thoughts fill my mind,
Of the dirty things I want to do!
At the top of your legs,
Is where my Heaven is found.
Between your @$$ Cheecks
Soft, Tight, Wet & Round!
I dream about your @$$,
Each & everyday.
My mind is always there,
'Cause I want it that way!
I know to you,
It's just a game.
But when you bend over,
I forget my name!
Those heavenly things,
U hide from me.
Are surely the cause
Of my Insanity!
So with a little luck,
I hope to play,
with your @$$,
Everyday!
It is such a special place to be,
and so very Heavenly.
The @$$ I dream about,
Has to be,
An ANGELS @$$,
All for me! ! !