Coddling her foot
It negotiates her temper
Patting her behinds
It argues her mood
Petting her twin pears like

It stimulates her passion
Sipping from her upper circle
It sends chill sensation down her body
Prancing over her lower circle

It froze her gut
Now they exclaim in vowels
Commentating the dance
Upon falling climax
The shame is between them
Though it’s been a fair step.