TO CLIMB FROM BEHIND
It took timing and skill
To climb on up on her hill
She moved and quaked
Not being sure of what move to make
This position could cause a stumble
Or make her very walls tremble
She continue to sway in a feisty way
A further sign for me not to go all the way
So we continue to swirl
Making sticky glue sounds of bronk and smack
Smack and bronk and puuuu, puuu, pppppatttt
Caused by increasing lubrication and moisturization
One leg did quiver as moans caused me to climb quicker
As I reared back, I almost slipped on a mini-geyser
But thanks to my training as an expert hill climber
I was able to reach around and grab her two soft hill patches
The hill shook as I grabbed too hard, but not trying to slip
Was my resolve, switching my climb by alternating legs
She began to beg and her hill did crash into me and rise
Turning around to peek that she was close to her peak
As steam rises from cheeks to thighs, she began to cry
Grabbing hair and shoulders, increasing intensity in motion
I pushed her in one motion of pelvis, hips hand on shoulders
down as the hill began to decline, with shouts of yeah! yeah!
I collapsed as we both lay flat breathing and laughing
At the sport of climbing from behind!
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