You search

for the switch that

turns me on

transforms me

into a molten,

yearning, yielding

mass of ebony

muscle.

You search for the switch

that turns me

on

your fingertips

ignite electricity, tingle

my nipples

trail shivers along my spine

tickle my ribs

tease

me to erection

Cup my testicles, clasp

my sex

stroke my strength and

trace my sizzling

tears.

You search

for the switch

that turns me on,

travel my anatomy

blind

and random as

lightning

Not once realizing that

what you seek

remains deep

inside my heart...

the one spot

you never

explore.