Observation

Dear booty,

    I like the shape and form of you, when you walk Imlike 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 were just wondering like an adventurous field trip.

Don't worry I'm not a creep,

I just glance for a moment and repeat.

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