Butt stuff
The days in which the butt was a mystery
The poop that would loop out of hole that was made for me
The sensations of pooping and the pleasures of stooping
The toilet singing good songs as it received my droopings
*Plop* *Splash* I could hear it so clearly
As my nerves were so young and the sounds so endearing
No worry, no thoughts, just letting it slide
No shame, no blocks, I had nothing to hide
No rush, no blame as I sat there and played
Thinking thoughts of the day as they would come by my way
Exploring sensations of areas uncovered
Few opportunities we get to explore and discover
Nowadays I'm ashamed, of pooping so freely
A clenching when others are around and can hear me
If only I knew what was normal for us
I wouldn't be ashamed of talking about the butt stuff
Posted Oct 20, 2022, 11:31 AM UTC