—ZUSA'S BOOTY POEM—

From the beginning, it startles you. it's right there, but nothing you can do. 

You can't always link your eyes to bind, but you just can't get it out of your mind.

You can feel the rife, stabbing your heart like a knife. The Rhythm of life, your strongest sex drive.

An earthquake, from left to right. beauty and power, hugging together so tight.

Heaven on earth, like a new life's birth. hell in heaven, bliss of miracles has been given.

The essence of creation, not just an estimation. It's the truth's mutation, and the ultimate destination.

Named as a treasure, for its beauty we cannot measure. not only it makes a lot of pressure, but also the most marvelous pleasure.

Just like the egyptian legacy, disliking it is a gigantic heresy. enlightening like the sun shining from above, so addictive, a true monument of love.

Stunning it is, steals your soul into the abyss. you can do nothing but submit, for its beauty you shall commit, and nothing can take your eyes away, screw all that shit.

The Booty, so snooty, yet always a cutie. Divine, Sublime, full of grime. always ready to force you on a crime, the eternal beauty of all time.