Bronzy naked
He became aware that he was beside her, naked, and she was a bronzy naked, near each other, doting over each other: and he was not in the slightest aroused. It was a good feeling. To feel perfectly at ease with her and unaroused. Unabashedly naked; but also unerotically so. It made him feel homey. His penis soft and flowerly like a little bud. So at ease.
But it wasn't lasting. He began to stir up, take on size. For he had become conscious of his own nakedness and of her soft bronze shoulders and naked thighs, like some sleek animal of the forest. Up surged his penis into bone, up, and the great roused wakening slipped through him.
