My heart throbs, triggering spasms of pleasure.
Sensing the fantastic effect, it jumps with the spasms, beating wildly.
Tension waves traverse my legs, tingling my toes.
A twitch seems distracting, and then becomes a repeating contributor.
My groin pulses wildly at times.
Other times it becomes central to slow whole body waves from head to foot.
Muscles in my open mouth and lips become taught, as if wrapped around my cock.
It comes alive, feeling the virtual caress of my tongue and lips.
My gaze through closed eyes, peers deeply.
Into my ass.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
— Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats 1819