Mark R Slaughter

Bottom Man - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

A juicy peach, a pair of thighs,
Packed inside her tautened jeans:
A crafted view to whet the roving eye.

He chases down the wiggle, though she
Knows it in her giggle, so she
Gives a sense of unawares a try.

He must his hand arrest – or might he
Plausibly molest or slap
The symmetry that is her perky bulge?

But is she flaunting in a quest
To show her bum's the very best?
His dream's alive! but that he won't divulge!

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  • (10/20/2009 4:58:00 PM)

    You must be a 'bottom man' too then Mark?

    Of course she is flaunting it, and of course her bums the best...someone once described it as like two duck eggs nestling! lol

    swaggering off, smiling at you

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 5, 2011

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