[During my undergraduate years, 1976-1980]
He loved for a lifetime, not merely weekend penetration;
his found much pleasure of erotic conversation
between tongues swirling in each other's flavor mouth
before proceeding to the launch of sweetness, further south.
He looked good in "skinny" style jeans, and socks (purples, blues)
that never were confined to the imposition of any kind of shoes.
No more so that the barber's sheers ever clipped the length
of his mane of curls cascading almost to his waist---
a component of your beauty, similar to Samson's strength
(without, of course, the distress of the tragedy
in Old Testament Scriptures, and in John Milton's poetry).
He let his boyfriend contemplate his beauty lifelong, without hurry or haste.
J-Called