Koulou Selene

“Princess Luna, butt of grand glow,
Light of night, flesh beyond measure.
She gives much love to all below
And more, she gives to all pleasure.”
O Luna, whose moons shine so bright,
Stoking Lustful Passion's fire!
Tracing across the dome of night,
Grand cheeks creating great delight.
All mortals long to acquire
That high and rarified plateau.
Devotion do the buns inspire,
But worship she does not require,
Enough it is her grace to know:
Princess Luna, Butt of Grand Glow.

Mountainous ass, with grandest curve,
Gracing night with marks of the moon.
The faithful lay out to observe,
In devotion is how they serve.
With every shake she brings a swoon;
Though distant she gives great treasure.
No part of her is picayune,
At her will her butt will balloon:
Her glories forever allure:
Light of night, flesh beyond measure.

Devotees come of every blood,
All flesh may revere the darkness.
Their hearts with adoration flood
And feelings bloom from tiny bud.
A single look destroys distress
And banishes all earthly woe.
While bottom's press is pitiless,
They'll still attend with eagerness;
They need to fear, because they know
She gives much love to all below.

The quake of flesh floating above
Approaches slow and presses soft,
Like nesting pressure of a dove,
In equal measure lust and love.
And then in silence goes aloft,
Sealing faith they will not abjure.
Though at the buns the day has scoffed,
The meaty swells are hailed oft.
Her faithful rest at their leisure,
And more, she gives to all pleasure.

Author's Note

The Glose is the first cousin of the Rondeau Redouble, which will be next. Rather than a French form it is primarily known as a Spanish and Portuguese one. I differs from the aforementioned rondeau in length, and in having no concluding half-line made from the first line. It also has an opening quatrain (called the Texte) which can be a quote from another poem. In this case I made up a fragment of a Lunar hymn and used that as the base onto which I grew the glose.