Second Circle

There is something hypnotizing about how a skilled woman undulates her waist. Slowly stealing your senses, mesmerizing; drawing your eyes to the rhythmic motion of her waist - gyrating, bottom swinging like a pendulum on a moving axis.

Her waist telling erotic tales you are all but to eager to hear, of endless days and nights of sensual discovery, twisted sweating flesh, warm breath on moist skin, sounds of pleasing, moaning, screaming - you want to experience these tales. Yes that waist, bottom, thighs, hips - boggling the mind inducing temporary hallucinations of the lascivious misdeeds; communication between you sensory organs and your pleasure measure is instant.

Yes, the power of the unbridled post-pubescent male mind set agaze on exquisitely formed gorgeous sun kissed skinned Caribbean women. It is our nature and we have so been nurtured to behold such beauty unbound and lay a waste drifting in our thoughts of  the what ifs.

Such simple pleasure one can attain from nothing but a moment lost in the waist land of the skilled, talented and seemingly abundantly blessed with the ability to turn men into simpletons - with but a swing of the hip, the shake of a butt, the roll of a waist.

Ah! "Roll, roll it gal, roll it..."