Power Game
By Slika Power
Slikapower@hotmail.com

My bodybuilder body ripples panther-like and sleek
As I flex my rock-hard muscles and you drool at my physique.
I am Beauty, I am Power, I am Strength beyond your dreams,
My oil-slick skin is golden-smooth - it glows, it glints, it gleams!
Striation-ripped and vascular, with not an ounce of fat,
I'm lithe and shredded, hard as steel, yet sinuous as a cat.
My wicked wetlook posing suit is black as darkest night:
As if alive, it moves with me, so shiny-sexy tight.
My nipples, hard as acorns, clearly show that I'm on fire -
They thrust against my little top - twin bullets of desire;
And pouching, hugging tough-girl thong clings to my every curve,
Its close caress so intimate it stokes my every nerve
To fever pitch of hot, hard lust, from head right to my feet,
Sensations so intense and strong, I pulse with pent-up heat.
Look, little one, I'll pump for you - see how my biceps grow;
Yes, kiss them, darling, feel the steel, you worship them, I know.
Now kneel before me - kiss my abs, yes, trace them with your lips
And feel the power that radiates beneath your fingertips,
As loving hands roam eagerly on skin that's bathed in oil
And you are lost in muscle lust, your cravings on the boil!
Now give the honour I am due, pay homage at my shrine,
Adore me with your very soul and prove to me you're mine.
Although you're weak and I am strong, I know your loving kiss,
Your expert hands, your eager mouth give me unbridled bliss.