Frosted Fruity Booty

Frosted fruity booty breezed,
With fragrant ammunition.
A scented ambition...
To encapture, tease and please,
From eras passed.
Womanly and loving...
Every bit of her qualities.
A smile of pleasure quickly found my lips.
As my eyes laid to rest,
Upon her swaying hips.
And this was not a rehash of fads,
To come and go!
And when she whizzed and left with flair,
Her presence was still in the air.
And it was kept right there.
For amatures to copy!
But this original...
Was hers alone!
And 'that' she made aware!
Preserved,
And in delicious minted condtion!
She and I both knew,
Her persona was not a replica!
And 'where' was she...
When I was quicker 'then',
To lift with abandoned ease?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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