What A Beautiful Back You Have Poem by Don Juan Tenorio

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

Don Juan Tenorio