I’ve been eyeing (woo-hoo!);
cause is ogling (the two).
Smiles when fabric is sheer;
some shears would cut away for leers.

I’m a chester maître D and I yearn
to see breast fetters falling free—a view earn.
It keeps me spying gamely for two,
keeps me trying to gain a view.

Those globes, they stir me:
jugs-glom joy. . .see the mounds D,
come see the mounds D,
see the mounts D, gazey,
come see the mounts D.

I think of them as friends, the two.
Buxom buds togged, I am so blue.
No glee shall I find
until that slung rack ain’t entwined.

Those tatas then would move and sway;
the golden globes would make my day.
Keep on eyein’, gazing for two,
I’m gonna keep spyin’ to gain a view.

These bobbers stir me:
jugs-glom plan: see the mounds D,
come see the mounds D,
see the mounts D, gazey,
come see the mounts D.

Jumping up (woo-hoo!),
slumping down (boo-hoo!).
I smile when their curtain (screws view)
tog drops to the ground (woo-hoo!).

It’s from “arm” comes the word that we speak
to mean the thing that impedes a peek/peak;
keeps ’em tightened, straitened, the two,
keeps ’em peep-shunned, tightened, straining to loose.

That bolster curbs ’em,
stops glom joy. Free the mounds D!
Drop, free the mounts D,
free the mounts for gazing,
drop free the mounds D.

You know, I’m so ogly.
Slump free, the mounds D!
My optics roguey.
Jump free, the mounds D!

Seeking out the ladies’
jugs so I can see
girlies’ girthy
bumps: pleasing mounts D.