A cheeky wonder
Of how a camelid came about
Through evolution, to garnish
A woman’s anatomy. Catacomb walls
Of third base, flower with petals
The idiosyncrasy of housing
A little nubbin, that makes her blush
And implore. Can you cut an apple
To crescents? Any woman can and will.
In juxtaposition you see two curling moons,
Guarding heaven’s gate,
Sentinels to a pinkie-sized wonder.
And these curved lines climb
On spandex to make grown men
Dewy on all the right places.
Ooh La La, all you need is a little French
To be a cunning-linguist.
