It's not that size of your phallus 

That entices 

It's the size of you

Your broad frame

That threatens to submerge 

My entire being

With your weight

The thought of you on me

Suffocating gently

While kissing my eyes

And kneading my breasts

As your member is put to rest 

Between my legs

It's precisely that image

Your structure enveloping me like the clouds

While showers gush somewhere 

I relish that image

And I wait 

With threadbare patience 

For that day

When I finally merge 

With your muscular frame.

©LR