The Bulge Poem by Randy McClave

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