A collection of poetical interludes focused upon the backside.
This started off as a way to get my mojo working again. I found a collection of verse forms, and decided to do something with them. So I have been working with the obscure types of poems, more or less.
This was also a gift for and inspired by my friend Tayman, who really loves Dat Plot, perhaps even more than me. He got me on this track so dedicating them to him seems appropriate.
She does not deceive, Her I do believe. Such sass. Time she does unweave, All my life upheave. Thick lass. On my face did heave, All I now perceive Her ass. Stress she does relieve, Love she does not thieve. Such class. And now I will grieve; She's gone until eve, Hours pass. I have no reprieve 'Til her buns I cleave, Such mass. Seed she will receive, Then she will conceive. Genes pass.
She owns the best swell, Fucks but will not tell. So fine. Bootilicious belle, Sweet as caramel, Canine. Ear cupped like a shell, Butt on which to dwell, Enshrine. Ne mere bagatelle, Her ass like a spell, Sublime.
Diamond Dog divine,
Tongue soft, serpentine,
So lewd.
Her eyes with love shine
As we sip our wine
High mind.
Sable coat a-shine,
Comforting lifeline
Seclude.
As we intertwine
I'm so glad she's mine.
Prelude.
Ample plenitude, Soul of pulchritude Well fed. We will rear a brood Marriage we include Soon wed. A bright attitude, Perfect aptitude. Egghead. Her butt well-reviewed, Feisty when she's screwed Abed.
Twilight Sparkle The quite pedagogical Twi Tried to use science on a guy She wished biology, Went with psychology, Then all he could do was cry
Pinkie Pie
An orgy is like a party
And Pinkie can party hearty
She will gobble and ride
And take it inside
And all of these favors are free.
Applejack
She can buck the fruit from the trees
And suck a stallion to his knees
Very dainty and clean,
Always pristine
A country lass, eager to please.
Rainbow Dash
She's cooler by twenty percent
She has quite the sexual bent
The swift acrobat
Drains in ten seconds flat
With a temper quite prurient.
Rarity
There was a mare named Rarity
Who had a bit of vanity
A sweet little miss
A bit of a priss
But her bed was a place of polyandry.
Fluttershy
Shy and the color of butter
And apt to speak in a stutter
She's a secretive slut
With a mile-wide butt
Which makes her a capable rutter.
Princess Celestia
The greatest of any suns
Are the ones impressed on her buns
With a shimmy and shake
She makes a 'fleshquake'
And the sight of it always stuns.
Princess Luna
Moving her moon across the skies
She captures all the eyes
So full and so round
But glories truly abound
The greatest between her thighs.
Discord A man, too, can have a monster ass And also show off lots of sass. Dressed like a maid, Looking to get laid And when thrusting he wobbles that mass.
In ancient there was a mare with buns, A unicorn with a set of huge cheeks So monstrous that every motion would bounce. Here set is the remarkable story, The tale of a great, gluteal treasure, And a glory forever for offspring.
For though there were not too many offspring,
Male and female inherited great buns:
Their legacy, their genetic treasure.
They boast, and loudly, of their monster cheeks,
And proudly tell everyone the story
Of the butt with the legendary bounce.
She rocked and shocked Canterlot with her bounce, Almost seeming like Discord's offspring. Each little shake seemed to tell a story Of hips bouncing off those well-risen buns, Of the shake and jostle of the great hips As men came to sample her sweet treasure.
And yes, that butt was truly a treasure,
Moving like a rich wave after each bounce,
Dancing Cutie marks enhancing each cheek,
And teasing to all the promise of offspring.
So the Princesses blessed those big buns,
Adding divine glory to their story.
The grandest happening of the story Was the Princesses' gift, the great treasure. They wished to fill all of the lands with buns, To send across the earth a bounce. With any species she could make offspring To bless non-pony nations with her cheeks.
And so across the world spread the huge cheeks,
Along with her divine, revered story.
She left with fathers their joined-blood offspring
And she, like a legendary treasure,
Vanished from the world with a final bounce
And thus ended the legend of the buns.
What of those buns? What of the sacred cheeks? The holy bounce, famed in song and story, The grand treasure lives on in the offspring.
“Princess Luna, butt of grand glow, Light of night, flesh beyond measure. She gives much love to all below And more, she gives to all pleasure.” O Luna, whose moons shine so bright, Stoking Lustful Passion's fire! Tracing across the dome of night, Grand cheeks creating great delight. All mortals long to acquire That high and rarified plateau. Devotion do the buns inspire, But worship she does not require, Enough it is her grace to know: Princess Luna, Butt of Grand Glow.
Mountainous ass, with grandest curve, Gracing night with marks of the moon. The faithful lay out to observe, In devotion is how they serve. With every shake she brings a swoon; Though distant she gives great treasure. No part of her is picayune, At her will her butt will balloon: Her glories forever allure: Light of night, flesh beyond measure.
Devotees come of every blood, All flesh may revere the darkness. Their hearts with adoration flood And feelings bloom from tiny bud. A single look destroys distress And banishes all earthly woe. While bottom's press is pitiless, They'll still attend with eagerness; They need to fear, because they know She gives much love to all below.
The quake of flesh floating above Approaches slow and presses soft, Like nesting pressure of a dove, In equal measure lust and love. And then in silence goes aloft, Sealing faith they will not abjure. Though at the buns the day has scoffed, The meaty swells are hailed oft. Her faithful rest at their leisure, And more, she gives to all pleasure.