In The Beauty And Curves, My Pleasure! Poem by Sanji-Paul Arvind

The curves, the shape, round,
Everytime 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,
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 dumbells,
A few plates and with barbells.
Ending the act with sit ups,
and a few push ups.