The wonderfully rounded feminine belly seems to have become overlooked and almost lost as a sensual attribute these days which is a great shame because it's certainly one of my favourite areas of female anatomy, deserving of far greater admiration than it often receives.

Think of the ancient and seductive art of the belly-dancer: she that possesses a pleasing generosity of figure is by far the most hypnotic, exhibiting a feminine power through the medium of undulating, enchanting flesh which causes a mans mouth to dry and his heated blood to surge, falling bewitched into the Goddess' captivating spell.

A good old-fashioned, womanly belly...soft, warm, inviting, existing for the gentle caress, demanding to be ravished...cherished...worshipped.

The hasty hand of the impatient lover may dart around the more immediate feminine attractions quite unappreciative of the gorgeous territory that divides the obvious regions of pleasure, seeing the belly only as a kind of no-mans-land to be crossed as quickly as possible en route from The Orbs of Splendour to The Golden Gates of Heaven.

But the knowing and patient hand of experience will savour the belly with equal relish, giving it all due time and adoration, affectionate loving attention, the senses lost in the ever generous curves of his exalted and voluptuous Venus, the Rubenesque divinity to whom he pledges body and soul in this consuming nightly ritual of desire.