"Playful Eros and his Beloved Ganymede,
meeting atop the loftiest tower of Troy,
have found in each other that innate and real need
for Homogenic Love, and pleasure, and joy."
---Cerulean Of Paphos On Cyprus, Eros And Ganymede At Troy,
translated by Nizhny Novgorod
Shoeless and shirtless, clad in supple and baggy
gray dress slacks and midnight blue socks, he
entrusts himself to your affection and desires,
having admitted, shyly (with some embarrassment)
that he has not yet been with a man; but has realized
that society's expectations and inhibitions, imposed
upon him, are ludicrously laughable litigiousies meant
to obstruct his innate and inherent homogeny. He has,
just now, felt the invitation your lips brought his;
your tongue's, and his, slow swirling in a dance as
ancient as the farthest stars and as new as arriving
sunlight; along with your fingers' gentle glide through
the attractive softness of his nearly waist-length
auburn hair. Then varied patterns traced by your playful
fingertips on his soft-sheathed soles---heels to toes---
intimately and eloquently convey arousal to his torso's
receptive circlets and, southward, his rising lofter.
Old prudes and haters have striven to prevent this
commencement of his true nature's graduation into its
best and fullest version; but the eighteen years he has
recently attained demand it, and your twenty-nine years'
experienced life have equipped and prepared you to
satisfy that emerging and most intimate need.
Starward