He bade me stand
and I obeyed;
He took my hand
then on me laid.
Op’ning up
he walked inside;
I filled his cup
he shared my pride.
Unclothed respect
did meet me fair;
Love's debt-collect
his arse now bare.
Backbone aflame
sparks graze my skin;
The beautiful game
whose rules begin.
To widen minds
who’ve found their best;
The well worn signs
of love that's blessed.
My mouth around
throbs out its wave;
He chokes on sound
from head I gave.
Now full of him
curled toes and spine;
We leave the gym
his smell now mine.
Always I wait
the flood’s tempest;
For storm’s abate
when lovers rest.
Stood clean and proud
admired by he;
In silence loud
becalmed in me.
Each dream of prick -
that missing peace:
A cunt's-eye trick
for world’s release.
That no man thinks
he’s lost of me;
My boy’s love thinks
and so is free.
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