by tellstory2jake
I forgive you for having forced me to change my bed sheets before 11:30 p.m. I was quite turned on by this ode to male secretions from a man's point of view. I've heard many a man say to one of his brethren (in conspicuously loud whispers) that if he had "boobs," he would play with them all the time. If I were to welcome the dawn with a tented sheet in my line of sight, I'd never be able to unclench my fists after a week.
Seriously, I enjoyed this visual and voyeuristic experience. Your erotic poem manages to be sweet, lusty and sweaty at the same time. Oh, what a masculine mooooorning!