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.