@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; A High School Tale [XLIX]

Once again, you have dampened his semi-sheer

socks (at his expressed invitation):  on that

soft, midnight blue fabric, the glistening streaks

like comets' tails and meteorites' tracks, or

tadpole galaxies.


Prudes might demand a

change of socks before he takes you, his BoyFriend,

to the Senior Prom, at which he will slip off

his shoes to dance with you (every dance); his

semi-sheer socks showing off your sweetstuff's stains.


Starward-Led

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I think many closeted young men in high school fantasize about gong to Prom with a beloved male classmate; and, in writing this, I decided to combine it with one of the distinct pleasures I discovered in the last years of my own adolescence, decades ago.

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