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OH, THOSE HIPS

I don't remember when
I was first aware of hips;
I guess my own hips first then
the hips of others.
In grammar school I noticed
I enjoyed walking behind
others and watching their hips
create various swings, sways,
and up and downs as if
keeping time with music.
In showers, saunas, and pools
the pleasure of seeing hips increased.
Big hips, slim hips, giant hips,
wrinkled hips, smooth hips:
ALL HIPS!
Oh, to feel their response
in moments of deep passion,
to gently search the canyon
between cheeks too, if desired,
to enter the back door.
OH,
your hips push them to
me...YES, right there.