In the hallway of teenage whim,
Among fancies light and grim,
There exists a silent love,
As quiet as a cooing dove.
A love that is simple and pure,
Yet holds a fascination, for sure.
For as I walk past rows of seats,
My heart flutters, then repeats.
In jeans of blue or shorts of hue,
I find my thoughts circling through,
The marvel of those curves so cute,
Oh, the charm of a well-fitted suit!
In laughter\'s peal or serious mien,
On faces, every emotion seen,
Yet my eyes, they wander south,
Held captive by a wordless mouth.
Cute butts, Oh, they steal my gaze,
As I traverse the school\'s wide maze.
No ill intent, nor foul deceit,
Just an appreciation, subtly sweet.
Their shapes, a myriad, fill my sight,
In shadows soft or the sun\'s bright light.
Round or firm, or somewhere between,
A love so silent, seldom seen.
I pen these words, a tribute fair,
To a fascination beyond compare.
An ode to cute butts, far and wide,
A teenage girl\'s secret pride.
Amidst the bustle, amid the fuss,
Who would\'ve thought it\'d be thus?
A simple joy, found in a glance,
In the theatre of life\'s vast expanse.
Cute butts, they dance in my dream,
An innocent love, under moonbeam.
This is my secret, my silent song,
In a world where we all belong.
So here I sit, a poem in hand,
About a love that\'s grand,
From a teenage girl, a simple truth unfurls,
She loves the cute butts of boys and girls.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf