For This Girl Named Priyanjali Poem by Yohan Confectioner

I like your hair,
And the shoes you wear.
Your love offering name,
And the way you handle fame.

Your plain simple colored tees,
And your stroking tease.
Your slim slender legs,
Which I'd gently plant like tent pegs.

I like the way you say ‘right there',
When we are primal and bare.
And when you softly, smoothly kiss me,
It's the only place where I'd want to be.

But the best is your bum
Which I'm glued to like gum.