You know how much, with such immediacy,
he, so turned on now, likes to have that done---
his hardened nipples teased, caressed, and suckled
(the first time, standing with you, his knees buckled).
With you, shoeless, shirtless, just jeans and socks
(who cares how any prude or hater mocks
the intimate encounter?): your long hair
wavy and soft, tickles his torso's skin.
Both of you are glad that this has not been
a passing glimpse of adolescent fun:
no, this is the stuff of functional poetry,
that will outlive brief moments of despair;
a sudden soar up to the stars above
the earth, launched there by sweet, male to male love.
Starward-Led