@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Seven Lines For A Young Man, For His Private Pleasure

Your body eagerly rewards your rhythmic efforts' ardor

(each day begun surreptitiously, prolonged, then brought to completeness):

that feeling of rise, of ascent upon the peaks of pleasure

then the sevenfold surges that bring release of your glistening sweetness.


In the process of the approach to such exquisite satisfactions,

no silly societal inhibitions can interrupt with shamed distractions,

as wave upon wave of sensual delight ebb and flow like core contractions. 



J-Called

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Lest any reader wring the hands over suspicion of unscrupulosity, please be assured that the young man---although fictive and not subject to the statutes of your local legislature---has attained the age of consent as it stands in your vicinity.

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I feel like blushing.   A

I feel like blushing.   A very sensual poem 

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Let me also add to my thanks

Let me also add to my thanks that your comment is very encouraging to me.  I am sorry my previous reply was so brief:   I was not feeling well at the moment I wrote it, but I could not let it go some additional words of appreciation.


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That's ok.  I really

That's ok.  I really think

You have talent.  Keep writing.  Hope you feel better. 

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Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.


Starward

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Thank you.

Thank you.


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