My hands on your hips, <br />Bringing you in and out again. <br />Admiring the curvature of you back, <br />Your long coal black hair falling to the sides. <br />Your body sweating profusely from every pore, <br />Your moaning and groaning deep in your throat, <br />Your twisting and grinding, <br />Making it hard to keep a hold of you. <br />Making it harder by the minute. <br />Harder and harder. <br />And harder still. <br />It is time my sweet, <br />I can feel you start to tremble, <br />I can feel you start to squeeze harder, <br />Your groans become screams of passion, <br />You thrash about like a fish out of water. <br />And then you collapse, <br />All energy seems to have left your body. <br />Good morning, my love. <br /> <br />Don Juan Tenorio<br /><br />Don Juan Tenorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-a-beautiful-back-you-have/
