When HE Craves(self-embrace)

When he craves
Stars peep through the window into his man cave
His chiselled body’s sight
Stark-naked like in the beginning of age
At his surreptitious self-embrace the moonlight rays gaze
Behold his lingering hand
Dangling fingertips caressing his own bare flesh
To the ecstasy of his stiff nipples his thumbs caress
On the other hand, a slippery situation seeks his attention
The lubrication accentuates the thick, stiff, veiny shaft
A sight bound to make any woman release a blissful sigh
Just before she engages in a ferocious suck
Behind his curtain lust reigns
Is it desire or is it rage
Gentle stokes yet a firm grip as he maintains the pace
His chest inflates and deflates at haste
Whispering moans and groans pierce the night
Distinct squeaking lubricated sound
To his hand he makes passionate love
Obscene manhood scent fills the air as though rising to the sky
He closes his eyes as he prepares to take flight
She comes to mind, as she always does
Slippery when wet is her stage
Where he wishes to play when the curtains of her undersized garment are raised
How she lets her ass whorishly sway as though to persuade
She sits across him on the train
He doesn’t blink as she usually entertains
Teasingly opens her legs and crosses them again
Leaving to his imagination the adventure of the next day
Firm strokes as climax approach
His journey of self-bliss unfolds
His tongue, salivating in anticipation of tasting his own
It’s like ballistics how he shoots high into the sky when he eventually arrives
The pleasure is all his, for no one gained when he released