Connect the dots,
She so hots,
Knows her likes,
Knows her nots,
She so hots,
Her skirt he hikes,
His heart she gots,
Her smile besots,
Her bottom delights,
Her whisper oh zikes!
Tickle her feets, she goes "oh yikes!"
Hugs tight, likes it a lots....
Yeats, he is, decidedly, nots,
Poetry for ONE,
Is all the fun,
The audience, Dots....
and "Dot's" all that matters.....
Connect her dots....................
..........And dally twixt her folds
and blooms..........
Connect her dots...................
~Veritas
