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Aye Aye, Ensign Carter
I traveled 2000 miles
so that my best friends step-child
could seduce me…
and fell deeply, as did he
- kissing on Beale Street
until our lips would bleed
- dancing cheek to cheek
in the ultra-chic
and indignantly heterosexual Peabody
- tickling each other into sweaty reveries
on the banks of
the muscular Mississippi
- embracing love's prodigal dream
at a discount motel...
until Alameda intervened.
_
Before reporting for duty,
he softly sang to me on bended knee:
“Sweet Child of Mine”
(you know - we never had sex, but it was
with-out doubt
THE sexiest summer of my life).
