@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; At An Undisclosed Location In Russia, During---Say---Summer, 1920, 1 [XLIX]

With eager but careful hands, Yalok (who is

as naked---tumescent, engorged---as you are,

Ieskela) caresses the jewels, and then

kisses them as you gasp with pleasure; not, of

course, the crown jewels. 


 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictive poem about alternate history.


I wanted to give these boyfriends a pleasure I first experienced shortly after the onset of my adolescence.

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