I’m sorry.

I apologize for staring.

But I couldn’t help myself.

Your butt looks so nice in those jeans.

I’ve been walking some distance behind you.

My eyes cannot tear themselves away.

From the motion of your hips.

The smoothness of their sway.

Gives the perfect bounce to each cheek.

I just can’t look away.

I know it’s not polite to stare.

But you have a nice derriere.

I don’t mean to be rude.

I only want to admire.

The plumpness you have back there.

I’m sure you have a pretty smile.

I bet your eyes are gorgeous too.

But the movement of your tail feather has me falling in love with you.

Your boyfriend. 

Your husband. 

Your partner. 

Your mate. 

Must be the happiest person in this state.

Being able to lay hands on that.

Able to squeeze it when out on a date.

Jealous I am.

Envy I feel.

Just one touch please.

So I know that it’s real.

I’m sorry.

I mean no disrespect.

You must be all natural.

Your booty looks too good.

No way you can fake it.

Oh, I guess this is your car.

I’m not even sure where I am.

Following behind you like a puppy dog desiring a juicy chew toy.

It was nice meeting you.

You have made my day.

And planted the seed of my next dream.