there's poetry in that ass

There’s poetry in that ass,

in the iambic twitch
that scratches my itch,

and the rhythmic swish
of that delicious dish,

and, oh my aching God,
those fabulously rhyming couplets!

Yes, the similes and metaphors abound!

You are the cleaving clouds
which part suggestively to reveal
the hidden portal to paradise!

Or like a pendulum swinging
back and forth and back
like a hypnotic palindrome
to strike me dumb and timeless
as the proverbial village idiot!

There should be sexy ass odes and
anal elegies for that tantalizing tail!

There should be sad ballads and
playful puns for those yummy buns!

Soulful sonnets! Haiku satoris!

There should be tears and torment
and monuments of adoring words,
erections to your erotic beauty…

and those creamy, curvy cheeks
of that awesomely alliterative ass,
oh, undulating buns of wonder,
such sweet assonance!