He looked into the darkness a lonely man anticipating. Abruptly a shape appeared from the gloom with a playful smile. The second they encountered a fire ignited a irresistible force. Gently he traced the arc of his passion a journey unfolding. The tension grew as secrets were revealed one by one. He longed for the fullness of it all the hidden pledge. The ritual continued a harmony of feeling and pleasure. Every gesture a story shared between them. He was engulfed in the moment entranced by the splendor. The world diminished to just them. A powerful power building between them. His stare ensnared by the unmistakable arc. The passion was tangible luring him intimately. A soft whisper just before the peak. Then the surge a torrent of pure bliss. He held on to the experience craving it to endure. The calm of their encounter enveloping the air. A collective understanding eternally carved in their memories. The night kept their story a evidence to untamed lust. And so the legend of curved cocks endured whispered in the dark.