An Ode to Sarah’s Curves

In the playful banter of our daily life,

A comment made, in jest, not strife.

"Imagine a blog post about my tush,"

She teased with a smile, our laughter a rush.

As we binge-watch 'Survivor,' night by night,

Wrapped in each other, holding tight.

Her silhouette in the TV light glows,

A cherished form, my admiration grows.

Butt cup, a term of endearment so dear,

Her curves, a joy, ever so clear.

Perhaps a scent to speak, and beauty that calls,

In every cheek, a story enthralls.

Through every episode, every twist and shout,

Our laughter and love, they never run out.

A touch, a glance, pleasure shared in the spread,

Her cherished form, where my heart is led.

So here's to the shape, to the love we've put,

A light-hearted ode to her unique strut.

In teasing and jest, as we lovingly discuss,

Embracing her form, in laughter, we trust.