As I stare at that throbbing vein
I try to memorize its motion
To fantasize about later
When its not here deep in my mouth

I can feel the blood pulsing by
The vein popping against my throat
As it fills, hardens for me more
Making me wilder yet

I can picture it throbbing now
Making my own veins fill with blood
Running my tongue over again
Capturing the pulse in my mind

As I stroke I can feel it now
My throat filling with Hot Hard Meat
That vein throbbing as it passes
Making me even hotter now