The Bulge

She liked the bulge in my pants So, at it she kept on staring, At it she gave smiles and happy chants She loved the sight of it she kept on declaring. She told me how that bulge could please her And how she wished to hold it, Then she did again concur How it gave her an excited fit. Her hands were transfixed on my bulge As she reach closer for a touch, Her desired she said, she had to indulge She said she would love it so very much. She said it could give her ecstasy And she knows that it would take her breath away, I could be the answer to her fantasy If with my bulge I allowed her to play. She wants to brag about my bulge to other women She told me how excited she was just to hold it, Then she would hear the jealousy of other men So, then I gave her my bulging wallet. Randy L. McClave