Rump Stories

Hacking bones, I glance askanceAt Graham in his bloody apronSawing through a clump of muscleTrimming fat and severing tendonsOh, those hands! now gloved and crimsonSkillful as a slaughtering surgeonOperations never ending Always reaping, never sewingGrisly gristle, loathsome lites areMinced for barbecue delights; IStuff obscenely swollen skinsHope Graham sees me tease the meatYes, meat is murder, this I knowYet swallow al...

There is nothing so fine,As your behin'Come over here,I want your rear,Just one smack,Then I part your crack,I feel your cheek,And my knees go week,I want to caress,What's beneath your dress,Bend you over,And then take over,So firm and round,Makes me want to pound,One look at your butt,I want to bust my nut,I look at your rump,And I want to hump,Cause nothing's so fine,As your behin' 06-23-09.