MadCurves's blog: "MadCurves Hot Spot"

Image of your sexy fit body embedded in my brain,
thoughts of your glistening... warm skin is driving me insane.
Every muscle located in the perfect place.
Your sweet love nector still on my lips I taste.

Your buttocks are firm and perfectly risen in the air,
as you lay on your stomach on the bed in front of me there.
Your thighs that branch down from that perfect ass,
are cut and sculpted, built for the ride meant to last.

I am straddling your waist as I rub your neck,
and then I massage the oil on your back and give your ear a peck.
As I rolled beside you, you turned to me then I see perfect ecstasy,
not where you think it might be, but in your eyes--its love I see.

Then my eyes glance over your chiseled jaw and your brow,
now that I have been good, I work my way down.
Six pack located below those hard pecks,
wew-- you are making me a lust filled wreck.

Sexy stomach with the cute belly button,
ummm next is the enormous love shaft, isn't that somethin'.
Long and ready to enter my tunnel of love,
hard and steady, and then I see you climb above.

I feel the passionate heat from your body,
and I feel you get weaker as you succumb to me.
Working your love instrument like a professional musician,
you flip me over to get me doggie style your favorite position.

Our bodies seem to make their own music,
as we flow to a perfect rhythm, I thought you might lose it.
But we both regain composure,
so we can take this to the ultimate closure.

Bodies shake and we moan to the pleasure,
we pulsate and explode under the pressure.
Release is the only sign that we are close to being done,
'cause we keep moving together, wanting to "regrow" the fun.

But alas it was just to much on us to keep moving,
our breathing is increased, your breath on my neck is so soothing.
With no energy left we fall to the sheets,
once again our sweaty naked bodies meet.

You hold me for a few minutes then fall asleep,
I must get up now and leave for I am already too weak.
the love making was great, but I am sad as I look at your hand,
a tear drops on the gold ring because you are another's man......

(c)MadCurves