In The Beauty and Curves, My Pleasure

The curves, the shape, round,

Every time I touch it, it blows my mind.

Both, fills my hand,

I hold and I squeeze, and I bend.

The long one I hold,

Up and down, I take, as told.

My nerves, now harder,

For other acts, I spread it broader.

My blood flow increases

My mind, endorphin releases.

It feels so hard,

go easy, I am just a new lad.

After all this, I feel exhausted,

My mind and heart, so relaxed.

My day doesn't end well,

As it has become a daily drill.

All that pressure,

is indeed a pleasure.

2 hours of pumping, held in my arms,

good for my biceps, triceps and forearms.

All this with my pair of dumbbells,

A few plates and with barbells.

Ending the act with sit ups,

and a few push ups.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind