The Butt

Pigmalion and GalateaTo the Butt
everything belongs

your  discrete look

or your primitive  feelings

She is City, landscape, sculpture

Poetry!

She is there to be adored

the chaste man worship her in silence
the fearless man   whistles along the way
so nonchalantly
The intimacy of look

She  is the morning’s bread or the  elegant sandwich

It is longing that fills your  eyes

perfect in any color and  rounded shape
She has innocent forms
Forever

Proud when passing  through and when venerated
So, so sweet

Redemption

7 Deadly Sins shrouded in secrecy

who idolizes her  loves more

much more

on her ,  rest your timid gaze
And without knowing why
arouse inside you memories

of

sweet spanking, pinching and biting

To the butt
everything belongs

your  discrete look

 your primitive  feelings

25 thoughts on “The Butt

  1. Myrna,
    Very beautiful and direct. The poem puts out on the table everything I experience. A burden has been lifted. To compose this you display uncanny observation. Did I say sensual and loving? Yes.

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