Ever After
A pair of decent buttocks could bring him to a halt.
Distorted or unusual to him was not a fault.
High or low or sagging part way to the floor,
he cared not how big they were. He cared not what they wore.
Clad in silk or denim, chambray or flour sacks,
he simply loved what bodies carried on their backs.
You would find him tongue-tied if you met him on your way,
but as he turned to watch you as you walked away,
he could pen a sonnet on what went through his mind
as he reconnoitered you purely from behind.
Prompt words today are unusual, halt, buttocks, distorted, decent.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
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Ha ha ha… seems you know us very well! :>) Well done Judy.
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It’s all in one’s perspective. 😉
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Beautifully funny
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Thanks…
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