Oh, green eyed monsterThou hath overtaken me
Oh, such envy
To be that which I cannot be
Wrapped about with such snug fit
To that on which she doth sit
Those buxom curves
Such supple line
Proof positive of existence divine
Oh, such agony
To not hold tight
Those luscious buttocks all though the night
To be that of which none can be closer
To know her like no other could know her
With purpose of my fabric
To touch her ass
To know that sphincter
From which she does pass (gas)
Oh, cruel vicious destiny
Why dost thou deny me
To be this very simple thing
The woe of such I shall ever sing
Oh, Lakota
To be your underwear
To be that cupping you ass so fair
But alas, it is not to be
And I shall forever live in envy
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Sometimes, when I'm reading Ozy's poems I feel like a starstruck teenager, all full of the long sighs and fluttering eyelashes. Now I have a picture of him playing basketball that I can hang on the bedroom ceiling and moon over. ~grin~ Okay, not really - but I would... if I was still fifteen. AND I know I'm not alone. Everyone who is a member of the Ozymandiaz Fan Club please raise your hands. IP, I see your hand shaking like you wanna raise it. ~giggling~
