Quiet evening with a book

The brunette was a vision of beauty. Her curves were accentuated

The robot was a sight to behold. Its body was sleek and shiny,

Couldn't hold it in any longer

The ebony beauty was a sight to behold. Her curves were accentuated

hold my hips and go to town

She had been out for a night on the town with her friends, and

Hold Her Tight

When I sit on your face.... you will no longer be able to escape.

How do the tattoos look on my curves?

Heavy on the curves, light on the rules.

Her curves hold a quiet power