THE ONLY TIMES I THROB

I
have to confess!
The only times I throb
are WHEN
I think about YOU,
see you;
feel you  that creates.
a pulsating desire to
explore all of YOU.
A
wonderful time I throb is when
I read your poetry and get
swept away in its' magic.
I throb when you work your
magic with your hand and mouth.
A
pounding surges through
my body when I taste your
secret places,,, even the
forbidden places that you desire
to be pleasured.
MEET
me at the Kissing Place and
we'll throb, ache, and pulsate
together.