Curves
You appreciate my curves
They make me a true woman
Your hands fill up with “all” of me
You love the cushiony filling of my thighs
The softness of my backside
The voluptuousness of my “topside”
My steadfastness when I “drive”
The reflection of my “behind” in the mirror makes you go wild
I close my eyes as I drive
My pleasure heightens as I ride
The neighbors call out from the sounds
The banging against the wall has nothing on the acrobatics about to happen
All inhibitions gone
All walls literally torn down
I feel my head explode
We cry out loud
Only a hyena at night
Can rival these cries.
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