F-I-N-E

The other day, you were walking away from me in an outfit I'm sure you think of as nice and comfy and relaxed, and I got to thinking…

Woman… Do you even own any bottoms that don't make that butt look good?

But then I remembered you walking up that hill in front of me last summer, waggling that thing not two feet in front of my face, covered with nothing more than a teeny bikini bottom, in a secluded spot where there was no one to catch me looking except for you (and so I did), two days in a row!… and I realized…

It's not the clothes that make your butt look good, babe. It's you that makes the clothes look good.

I mean, damn. Seriously. Your ass is fine. The finest. We're talking award-winning, put it on the cover of a magazine fine. We're talking heart attack inducing fine. We're talking, if I get to touch that thing even once in my life, I could die a happy and fulfilled man, fine (and good lord, the fact that it sure seems like I'm eventually going to get to……………). We're talking, in the entire past and future history of the universe, there has never been nor will there ever be a finer ass, fine. We're talking, it's been nearly a year since you walked up that hill before me and I still can't get the image out of my mind, not that I'd want to, fine. We're talking, I don't even have the words to express how fucking fine that fine thing even is, no matter how much time I spend thinking about it, fine (…and you don't even want to know…).

Good lord.

It is FINE. You. Are FINE.

So. I'm just sayin'.

Any old time you feel like putting that thing in my face again…

Any time…

Any time at all.

Seriously.

I am here for it.

So…

…soon? …please?

💀

PS — Golly, I do wonder how you'll feel about my obsession with your butt once you find out about it. I mean. I'm certain that you're well aware of what you've got… you sure seem to have zero trouble showing it off… I'm not even sure if you even own any clothes anymore that don't show it off… and lord, I don't even want to know how much work you put into it. So. I'm hoping you'll appreciate my appreciation, lol. But real talk, baby… it's yours, so I'm going to be obsessed with it one way or the other. That's just me. I will always be obsessed with the ass of the one that I love. And I've been obsessed with that thing for… well. Might as well be forever. And I cannot imagine a universe where I will ever stop.

Still, though. Dang.

❤️‍🔥