Beneath the frayed cuffs of his baggy cargos,
his shoeless dark blue socks seemed almost pristine
except for the long, white streaks I had left on
them (with his active encouragement) during
pleasure's strong surges.
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
He was beautiful, with a mane of curls, a supple body, and a distinctively militant dislike of shoes. Barefoot, then socksheathed on the cooler days, he knew---I suspect---how beautiful he was, and how many intimate desires he bestirred simply by walking to class, or to the Dining Hall.