My Abs

Asleep with innate innocence the jowls stretched out, no hair is tense. You took advantage of me then a wife can do this to her men. You peeked by lifting silken covers as if the time had come for lovers, and early in the morning yet a sign of ageing etiquette? I did acquire as of late a more relaxed but steady state, a lack of juice to sting to action abdominals and their contraction. I never meant to show a soul, that I had grown a fleshy roll of dormant muscles infiltrated with fats that one finds illustrated in nudist camps and magazines. In future I shall eat my beans each night before the lights go dim until my pot reverts to trim. Until that day please do refrain. A man like me is always vain.