What a tight little butt,
Resides under your dress.
It ripples as you strut,
Lovely I must confess.
Following your curves,
Your dress just clings there,
And it rattles my nerves,
Cause there's no underwear.
What a tight little butt,
What a vision so sweet.
I want what shes got,
Looks as hard as concrete.
Don Juan Tenorio
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