I like the sound the heart makes.

My heart: *skips exactly ONE beat*

A sensual heart thrusts outward from its warm enclave beneath the breast, moving with such erotic intent that it almost breaks through the skin.

It attracts hungry eyes, wanting to be noticed as it heaves just under the surface.

The beat greets eager lips , reacting as if injected with a jolt of electricity. An increasing tempo of contractions, kicking upward between the ribs.

The warmth there is localized…a generated heat from fevered action. It begs to have a half opened mouth nest against the spot where the peak thrust is felt.

This heart must be heard by a bare ear cupping its motion, letting itself pump in glorious rhythm to the weight from a loving admirer.

Fingertips are destined to touch it. They bounce with the lifting skin over the heart, a small nickel sized circle of alluring bliss.

This heart craves attention, desires a focus that does not waver. A heart that beats in order to be pampered from one who knows what a priceless treasure it is.

if you want a little heart-play.