Stallion Rose

She masturbated me in her bathroom mirror after
my fine meal and bath as she talked of angels and
the beauty of nature. Each time it lasted longer
and felt more intense as I watched my hard penis
glisten with the finest oils in her loving hand.
Every sunday I would visit her home and she would

tell me of the pleasures of creation and the fruit
of love. I began moaning out loud on about the
tenth visit when she called it my stallion rose.
I still experience masturbating as divine.