For those of sensitive disposition, this is an erotic prose-proceed with caution .

Image by Roget Creamer

I awake to a recurring image of the droplets of precum on the tip of your beautiful stiff ****: the colours, textures of skin stretched to the point of tearing emotions about to gush forth. My tongue prize the dry musk tasted from the air. A piquant that stings and stimulates desires. The alabaster coloured sheathe stretched over blue, green veins: sinuous emotions…