The curves, the shape, round,
Every time 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,
As 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 dumbbells,
A few plates and with barbells.
Ending the act with sit ups,
and a few push ups.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
The curves, the shape, round,
Every time 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,
As 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 dumbbells,
A few plates and with barbells.
Ending the act with sit ups,
and a few push ups.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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