Muscle Sexy

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    Muscle Sexy

     

    Many stars in the sky, but they all vanish in the sunrise, why?

    Could it be They pale in comparison to thee? this I do decree.

    Sun goddess worshiped in my dreams, the one I wake to when morning gleams.

    Except my plea, let me watch you train it pleases me, figure moving sensuous and free

    Curvaceously toned, elegantly long and lean, a sultry machine, innocently obscene.

    A sinewy statuette, I’m mesmerized by the erotic silhouette, as glistening muscles sweat.

    Body titillating and wet, nipples firmly erect, I lustfully watch your every set.

    Insatiably obsessed, as you curl weights to luscious breast, I’m amorously impressed.

    Caramel fitness queen, built the anatomy supreme, like you see in magazines.

    Star of all my wet themes, make me scream, engage me in your extreme regime.

    I hold you in high esteem, my mate lets train as a team, build bodies that steam.

    Panting and glowing, intimate favors bestowing, heart rates not slowing

    Raging hormones growing, flirtatious muscles showing, satin hair flowing

    We must keep going, transformation undergoing, no room for plateauing.

    Amazon warrior conquer imperfection, keep pumping with convection

    Sets of resurrection, the throbbing injection, causes a sexual connection.

    I detect the erection, of the work of art reflection, you mold with affection.

    Entwined in kat’s eye’s, I admire the lines, as light caresses back and shines.

    Watching from behind, weights driven with ravishing thighs, hard and defined

    Testosterone on the rise, copulation in mind, so intoxicating and fine.

    Bronze mistress I foresee, with rippling abs that arouse me, image strong and naughty

    Who’s physique is her marquee, my wife in reality you see, muscle sexy I adore thee.

     

     

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    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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