Ascend, erect, up the grand stairs
as your body's considerable beauty bares
itself to my gaze; abandoned, your clothes
except for that pair of tan pantyhose
(sheer from your waist to the reinforcements at your toes).
Without the least respect for, or thought of, shoes,
draw me into your presence as my Muse:
and rise, erect and starward, above
the ancient constellations drawn by Homosexual Love.
Starward*Led