Buttock Poem by Mark R Slaughter

I dreamt I was a buttock,
Fulsome, firm, and round,
Forever in the tanning parlour
Cooking ‘till I'm browned;

And bulging out of panties
That hardly kept me in -
Most of me was on display
To flaunt her treasured skin,

For I was very charming;
My owner wasn't dumb -
She knew I had a special role:
I made up half her bum!

It meant I got attention
On each and every day -
Strategic creams for cellulite
Would keep the worst at bay.

I even had a neighbour
Over on the right -
Cheek to cheek, we perky twins
Would paint a perfect sight!

I knew we'd competition
From them that hung above -
Grabbing all her man's attention
When she's making love!

But in the street
We had our place -
A job to do below -
For at her rear, we made a pair
That really stole the show!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012