THROBBING

by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Such a fine tummy,
you must do your sit-ups daily,
and your long legs muscled,
you must swim laps,

but I'm stronger in my sins than you,
you're just a beginner, an amateur
in my bed under the glow of a false moon,

your curves craving,
rubbing them as you moan for more,
licking you into a ready pose,

then standing over you,
leaking magical drops over your skin
gasping for me...

I settle in,
a torpedo
ramming you into the underworld.