Observation
Dear booty,
i like the shape and form of you, when you walk I like the way you talk,
you call me a pervert, but I'm just observant.
If you see my eyes,
don't trip,
I am just gonna tell you my eyes was were just wondering like an adventurous field trip.
Don't worry i'm not a creep,
i just glance for a moment and repeat.
By:Bravonn Burnes-BootyWarrior
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