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Both of you naked, except for his white socks,

he welcomes you, once more, into his gentle embrace.

His lips, tongue, and fingers move with simultaneous

eagerness---your mouth, behind your eyes, those

places on your throat; and then, far more erotically

(but without the hesitations that old prudes and haters'

prejudices have attempted to impose upon all of us

who have been initiated into the intimacies of this

nature) to your aroused nipples, then southward from

your navel along the treasure trail that leads to the

ginger-colored tuft of softness, your pubic hair, and

your tumescence, erect and pulsing to the rhythm of

your pulse and ready to launch the glistening strings of

your sweetness across seven surges at the peak and

through the duration of your orgasmic pleasure.  Then

his shy smile silently expresses his satisfaction and

gratitude for Love that you, and other coupled males share

(defiant of societal expectations and archaic laws).

Iridescent streaks, having achieved splashdown, deliver to

him the fragrance and flavor that your core has confected. 

J-Called