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On one of that July's sultriest Saturdays (after the tenth),

you, BlueShift, stood---shoeless and shirtless---on the East

bank of Verging Creek, where the channel is narrowest and

shallowest.  On to the large flat rock, visible beneath the 

water's flow---a  yellow rock in which fossils were embedded;

not, apparently, of interest to rock hounds or fossil collectors---

you stepped lightly, even eagerly, to submerge your midnight blue

crew socks and the tattered cuffs of your distressed, bell-bottom

jeans.  I engorged immediately:  I think you did, too, as the

bulges were readily apparent.  Your beauty, there, became the

generator of the most erotic fantasies---even when the college

took me and parted us for eleven weeks.  Yes, your appearance was

always beautifully erotic; but more so was your seductive gesture:

you took off your shoes and shirt, and stepped on to that rock (in

Verging Creek; they say it is still there) . . . because I asked

you to do so. 

Starward-Led