2 bums and a crescent

a poems about bums and girl who don't mind me looking at them

Swear we didn’t meet through the medium of coincidence that would change our faith our paths, would not fit because of your big booty’s, and don’t act coy, but collectively your bums would act as a muse of Siscos joy. Beautiful women from your selfies to your poo pics as if the world wants to see you excrete. So let’s keep that s**t discrete.