The Booty Slave, Addiction to Thickness

My name is the Hallway and I have an addiction to thickness.
I love fat azzes, butts, and booties that come in all sizes and shapes.
I just want to Palm them.
Grab them.
and Squeeze them.
I want the pulp of ebony thickness to ooze out and drip off the tip of my fingers.

I like to look at your hips sway back and forth.
Commanding the attention of every eye that has had the opportunity to have seen you.
Your gluteus freezes my existence, I daydream about the donk that sits on the pedestal of your thick thighs.
I want you for my self, I don't want to share you with any other man.
Georgia peach, applebottom, sweet bubble booty.
Can I take a bite out of you?
I like them all. Wide, firm, loose, tight, or bouncey.
Sit on me. Rub it against me. Tease me.
Make me bite my lips, when I see u walk away.

Bend over and let me f^ck you.
While I spread both planets apart and put my comet tail inside of you.
I explode lika gamma ray, bursting into hot blue flames of nothing, lighting our bedroom.
Your azz is the focal point of my universe.
I wouldn't mind sinking my face into your cheeks like the strongest black hole.

Tell your mother I said, "good looking out." Because she blessed you. She blessed me.
O, thick black booty.
You have imprisoned me to your greatness, I kneel before you a meek black man in the dark.
Not the strong black man that molded the earth of the world with his own hands in the pulse of day.

O, how your luscious cheeks compliment my strong powerful hands.
You make my spirit tremble.
You are my kryptonite, rather yet you are my addiction.
Nothing could ween me off of you.
Let blindness be the only rehabilitation for my weak loins.

I am a slave to your booty. Where is my em-ass-cipation proclamation?
Only your inner beauty can free me. Speak to me. Know me. Love me. Free me.