The Love Muscle

The love muscle
 

Delicate and pink, yet
Strong, throbbing,
She gazes upon it with fear in one eye,
Longing to hold it in the palm of one hand.
Hardening over time,
Pumping with considerable girth,
Coated in a sheath of protective, alabaster skin.
It lies beneath her touch, excited.
She kisses it softly as it spasms,
convulses with pleasure.
  She lays her ear against its pulsations.
 His heartbeat what not what she had expected.
It was so much more.
 By Kristy Nicolle