My dear Yun, All I wanted was to see your buns. Freshly baked, make them shake. Dat ass, is frightening, twerk it fast like lightning. Your face ain't fine, but that ass is mine. Bootylicious I call that poem.. "I just want some ass."
I must say, I do like the way that you, the poet, conveyed your deep feelings and emotions through words. I loved the use of vocabulary. And, I think its safe to say, that you clearly just wanted to have a glance at this person's gluteus-maximas.