A hidden appendage to his loins, it lies reposed, hanging limply against my thigh; dormant and flaccid, innocuous and benign, it poses no threat, offers no succour and satisfies no desire.
A beast, a sleeping beast, hidden beneath Calvin Kleins or Homs or Diesels or other underwear but, just as a dog sleeps with one eye open,the Beast is alert and ever watchful, and is easily stirred by circumstance and events; real, perceived, imagined or encouraged by deed or word; spoken or written.
Stretching lazily in response to thought, or scent, or sight or sound, the Beast awakens to touch or dream, or song or verse and, as in morning slumbers, for no apparent reason.
When fully awake, it is a sentinel standing rigidly to attention; bold and proud and full of majestic splendour. Increasing several fold in length and girth, the Beast becomes a powerful piston of pleasure, a lascivious ligature of lust and love.
A much worshipped idol of myth and legend, a demigod of extinct primitive civilisations, the Beast is an ancient symbol of fertility, strength and vigour. A giver of life, a bringer of joy, a source of pride or an object of derision, it can be an evil predator, a doer of wrong, or an instrument of joy and loving union. A creature of moods,the Beast can be warm, tender and loving or it can be spiteful, rough and brutal, feeding its primeval hunger without care or compassion.
Secret object of teenage wonder, of private experiment and adolescent discovery,the Beast is the doyen of delectable desire for wives and lovers or anonymous one night acquaintances.
Once awakened, it is wild, unpredictable and difficult to control. It is demanding, it is hungry, it is a lion rampant, a colossus standing proud, straight backed, and ready to dispense genes, implant seed or share interminable pleasure and love eternal.
The Beast has willing helpers, a supporting cast that play crucial roles in the Beast's performance, and soft lips form long, lingering kisses that encourage it to swell and increase in firmness. Tactile fingers, the Beast by proxy, touch and caress, push and probe, and imitate the impending actions of their master. Damp wispy hair and smooth wet flesh, sticky moisture and musky smells combine to arouse the Beast further, causing it to swell and secrete in anticipation of salacious pleasure.
Fingers having performed their task, they relinquish the baton, and the tongue continues the relay of rapture; licking and sucking, tasting and touching, inflaming soft, delicate flesh, or stimulating erogenous protuberances, it moistens the approach and prepares the way for the Grand Entrance of the Emperor, His Majesty, The Beast.