Softly curving slopping Rounding curving softly Oh the firm plump softness I could tell you You could listen Of how it causes deep flames to interrupt Or of how, how... How I lost my focus I could tell you Or you can witness
Two pale beauties dance Two cherub's cheeks They make the whole The creamy moon I'd bury my face in its bounty I'd devour its ample sustinance I want it But to obtain That would require a little circumvention And face to face conversation