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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Aetia In An Above Ground Pool, During An Intimate Swim At Midnight
[after Callimachus]
Love, Who is God, designed this Cosmos, and this
small water to dampen your long shag haircut; to
lap at your torso's sensual circlers, and to
caress your tumescent lofter's seamstring, and
its pouch of two tender jewels; and---despite the
prejudices of old prudes and hateful thugs, the
water is not reluctant to explore the very
private crevice between your buttocks; and to
kiss your toes, sheathed with your feet and legs in
metallic blue thigh-high socks (otherwise, your
nakedness is entire). Soon, on the water's placid or
gently rippled surface, your sweetness---its
iridescence---will glisten in the moonlight; before
I devour it, and the heavy scent of chlorine will not
have interfered with the fragrance and flavor that
your core has confected for me.
Starward
