Ass Lover

Oh, how I love bottoms, you see,
They captivate and entice me.
In jeans or lace, or fully bare,
A girl's behind, nothing can compare.

I must admit, I couldn't resist,
Watching as she walked, oh, what bliss,
Her black trousers, so perfectly tight,
My thoughts of cereal, vanished from sight.

A bottom like that, it makes me ponder,
Imagining how it feels, to wander,
What if I told her, she had a nice bum,
Would she turn red, or simply be numb?

Has she kissed a girl, ever wondered, too,
What color are her panties, so new?
The hidden treasure, between her thighs,
I cannot help, but fantasize.

If I were to kneel, and pull her down,
Exploring her secret, never to frown,
Touching and caressing, her tender skin,
What mysteries lie, lurking within?

The way it accents, waist and thighs,
Curving out, a sight for sore eyes,
With confidence, in fitted attire,
She walks with a presence that sets me on fire.

Encased in lingerie, a seductive sight,
My thoughts consumed, by passions ignite,
The pictures tempt, with wicked desire,
A good bottom, what could be higher?

Naked and exposed, a beauty to behold,
Revealing what's nestled, a story untold,
Dressed again, with stripes or a spank,
It's in those moments, I'm prone to thank.

So there you have it, bottoms I adore,
No matter the name, I can't ask for more,
Ass, arse, tushie, or bum,
Oh, how I'm a fan, they leave me undone.