The swaying, back and forth of an amazing ass
In your tight jeans, you walk and I observe and stare
It moves ever slightly from right to left in pair
She knows that she's pretty, a strut with vivid sass

The tension is building for these slightest moments
When she walks down the aisle to my galzed erection
But is subsides away as she's out of action
Waiting for the next time that eyes can see movements

The only bare touches will be explosive dream
Recalling her tight jeans, imagining her thong
Is it pink? Is it black? Oh my! I'm getting long!

Stroking my great pleasure to produce sticky cream
Hopefully tomorrow, she will wear a tight skirt
And my dream for that day, will be to see upskirt.