How You Make Me Feel

On sight, Thrill, you make me feel
like a raw nerve ending.
Everything springs to life.
My nipples and my clit – they harden;
My face breaks into a grin… I blush;
My facial cheeks become flushed;
I get hot and my lungs struggle to fill with air.
My breasts rise and fall in heaves.
My lips part, my eyelids lower, my mouth salivates,
My pulse quickens, I begin to shake,
And I am overcome by an inexplicable urge to,
While looking into your sensuous, incandescent eyes,
And becoming thoroughly mesmerized,
Put my right hand to your chest,
Slowly genuflect to my knees,
Letting my right hand slowly slide down your body as I descend,
Until that hand reaches your crotch,
And automatically, with the more than willing help of my left hand,
Opens your fly, removes TheEnterprise,
And I take it into my mouth and on it salivate,
Meditate, let it penetrate, and my tongue and cheeks generate,
Sensations, ovations and punctuations,
Over the tip, down to the base and back again,
In a chorus of appreciation, longing, and lust,
That I can sing only to you, and all that is you, THRILL.
No one else elicits such lyrics, feelings, longings, or utter abandon.
It is dangerous to have such an effect on a woman,
Especially a woman as vulnerable, exposed,
and fragile as I become in your presence, 3L.
I neither give myself, nor feel this way, with anyone else.
It is how you make me feel without trying.
I should not confess it, but what the fuck,
I cannot hide it either.
You know what and who you are, Thrill.
Not saying it makes little difference.
Know what you do to me, Thrill…and go easy on me.
You are a danger to me.