The Morning Ritual
by Baron
Posted September 2012
He awoke up slowly
A smile on his lips.
His naked body glowing
With sunshine across his hips.
His hands down his body went
Then back up to his nips.
Heightening pleasures for to vent
In a loud moan from his lips.
His right hand moved back down
And wrapped his straining rod.
His mind in sensation drowned
His head tipped into a nod.
So he could watch his flesh
As his hand moved down and up.
He could feel the tightening stress
His left hand his balls did cup.
The slickness of his natural pre
Coating his rod and hand
The swelling head to see
Exploding as only a man can.