In the quiet depths of night, your manhood stirs,
Rising with a whisper, a silent call to her.
Hardness defined in sculpted lines and strength,
A testament to passion's length and breadth.

In your touch, I feel the heat of ancient fires,
Tempered steel that ignites my deepest desires.
Your hardness speaks of primal urge and need,
A rhythm of longing, a hunger to heed.

In this dance of bodies, in this symphony of skin,
Your manhood's hardness echoes the world within.


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