His long, brown hair cascades, on either side of
his boyish face, just past his bare shoulders. He
is entirely naked and fully engorged;
the evidence of his aroused heart's pulse is
very apparent.
No imposed inhibitions remain to chill
the rising heat your bodies now generate.
Since his nineteenth birthday, just weeks ago, the
hicks' laws from the state legislature cannot
obstruct this romance.
He watches your removal of your clothes; then
snuggles to your firm, comforting embrace. His
mouth open on yours, tongues swirl; after that, he
nuzzles your throat. Then, he lowers his head to
suckle your nipples.
Below waists, your lofters (their jewels bestirred)
exchange their single droplets of sweetness. (No,
the thugs and haters are far from this secured
refuge.) His lithe, slender body undulates
with eager desire.
Twenty-two years younger than you, his need---for
Love, intimacy---is more urgent, and you
rejoice to provide satisfaction toward his
full release of surging, glistening sweetness,
in or upon you.
Starward