Spinnerbait

I think it started, this fetish of mine
With two neighborhood gals, buxom and fine
In their early twenties. And I recall
How at that time my life simply was all
Baseball cards and skateboards – not much of sex
Was I thinking – but now, a dreadful hex
Would fall heavy on my innocent mind
When one day, a friend and I walked behind
These two, on our way to some tennis courts
Where they would teach us to play - one wore shorts
The other a skirt – and I was in awe
Hypnotized and gobsmacked by what I saw
Their plump round butts in harmonic motion
Flexing endlessly; and I had the notion
That what I was seeing was something key
Of primitive and deep interest to me
Though I knew not why – I was not aroused
I had no inkling of the pleasures housed
In those booties – yet I was fixated
Since that day it has never abated
This fascination with the female ass
The most perfect creation, in a class
With no peer; except for the one hairstyle
More feminine than any - by a mile
And that of course is the high ponytail
That bounces and swings and makes, without fail
My head swim with desire. Now you see
That the vision most erotic to me
Is that of female with pulled-back hair
Swinging above a nasty derriere
It is just like a certain fishing lure
With a flashy blade up top to ensure
The fish finds it – while below, on the hook
Rides a pulsing skirt with alluring look
Go Google “spinnerbait” – it's used to catch bass
So do I dub a hot pony and ass
Why do I love pony as much as rear?
Perhaps because it does almost appear
Like an inverse sphincter; both have tight bands
And radial lines (of skin or hair strands)
So tie back your hair and bend over, slut
And let me lick, lube and fuck your sweet butt