At forty-one years old, he knows how to satisfy a man.
At twenty years old, you snuggle into his embrace, both of
you almost naked (neither having removed those fragrant sheer socks).
His right hand gently clasps you, rhythmically harvesting your warm
sweetness, which you launch to release in five strong surges---without
the least concern for age differences, or haters' gossip.
Kyakuchuu
Ya, sounds llke he, the
Ya, sounds llke he, the protagonist, might consider rape in future lawsuit?? Then again, too bad it hasn't been pursued
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
Rape is not involved, why
Rape is not involved, why would you think so? This is a poem about lovers: rape does not enter their intimacy.
Starward
Anything gay, is rape.
Anything gay, is rape.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
Please do not use my poems'
Please do not use my poems' comment sections as platforms for expression of homophobia. I thought to delete your comment, but I think, rather, it should remain as proof of the silliness, almost clownish, of homophobia.
Starward