Poem: Your Right Butt

You beautiful creature
what are you doing
with me?
Each centimeter of your body,
brings me near orgasm,
touching, brushing, against.
How could it be that I am so lucky?
To have one for me,
for now, at least.
Oh Goddess never leave me,
I'll do my very best!
But your growth must come first
and I understand that.
Never imagined
being so weakened
by passion and caring
for you.
Your slightest warm touch
send me reeling to
electric orgasm
and wet gooey pants.
My days of a Sex Master
Lord of Control,
fall limp
in awe of your presence.
I surrender my sex to you at this time.
All preconceptions are gone.
To enter The Garden
with you at my side
please lead me
in worshipping you.

No, nothing I say,
can adaquetly communicate
to you the deep feelings
I get
at the simple rememberence
of the feel of your right butt,
cupping it warm in my hand.