Oh, how splendid and graceful your roundness!
How inviting and seductive. 
How enchanting and mesmerizing.
My eyes drink you in, desire you.
Why? Is it that you are so ‘well behaved’ or so round or a combination of the two?
Both, I think. 
Both suggest natural perfection, unsullied by human use.

How I yearn to touch you 
To feel your smooth, warm well behaved roundness with my hands! 
That would be a form of worship and communion for me 
To let my warm trembling hands trace your succulent curves 
Follow them, flowing, one into another
Perfection made warm, moist flesh.

Would my worship make your roundness ill behaved
Sully it somehow?
Many would say ‘yes’ and would go beyond “ill behaved” to say sinful.
Part of me hears that and feels guilt and shame.

But another part 
The part that yearns to caress your well behaved roundness with my eyes
Touch it with my hands
Inhale its odor
Will not cease its worship
But shall persist in its heart-felt devotions
Go forward, despite the guilt and shame
And in acting – seeing, touching, smelling 
Know Oneness in its well behaved roundness.