This aint sexual,
My body curves like a mountain road,
The ride is rough,
But the sights are well worth it,
My eyes are amber,
With silver daggers of pain,
My hips,
Ride to the beat;
of a drummers feet,
I know you feel the heat,
But this aint sexual..
My thighs are thick,
Like homemade light bread,
Yes they touch, but not very much,
They open wide enough,
For you to get between,
Dive your face deep,
Within my ravine..
If I close my legs..lol..
You may never be seen,
But this aint sexual..
My back,
Arched deep,
With a tattoo on my spine,
Softly muscled,
With lil’ love handles on the side,
Bite marks on my butt,
Memories of the last time,
I surrendered my pride,
I howled at the moon,
When you bit my hide.
But this aint sexual,
When you read this entirety,
Some may desire,
To reignite their fire,
Once again this aint sexual,
Its Passionate,
To understand,
You must experience @ least
Half of it!
My body curves like a mountain road,
The ride is rough,
But the sights are well worth it,
My eyes are amber,
With silver daggers of pain,
My hips,
Ride to the beat;
of a drummers feet,
I know you feel the heat,
But this aint sexual..
My thighs are thick,
Like homemade light bread,
Yes they touch, but not very much,
They open wide enough,
For you to get between,
Dive your face deep,
Within my ravine..
If I close my legs..lol..
You may never be seen,
But this aint sexual..
My back,
Arched deep,
With a tattoo on my spine,
Softly muscled,
With lil’ love handles on the side,
Bite marks on my butt,
Memories of the last time,
I surrendered my pride,
I howled at the moon,
When you bit my hide.
But this aint sexual,
When you read this entirety,
Some may desire,
To reignite their fire,
Once again this aint sexual,
Its Passionate,
To understand,
You must experience @ least
Half of it!