The light and heat of a thousand stars cannot
compare to the glow and warmth between our naked
bodies, when they adhered and colluded in sensual
pleasure, and our sweetnesses---iridescent, glistening---
mingled in streaks on a dark blue silk sheet, now that no
prejudiced prudes' or haters' inhibitions can forbid
our release of them in the sevenfold surges, or the
intimacies by which our souls, in the process of
boyfriends becoming lovers, merge in Love.
Starward