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"I've waited a long time to meet someone

"like you," he whispered.  Long-haired, sleekly slender

(now naked), he was the village mayor's son;

and a Muse of erotic Poetry's

beauties: his nature was able to render

(unobstructed by old prude-fooleries)

male to male desires to their full satisfaction.

Graciously he accepted my attraction

to him, knowing full well that he was the sum

of all my Homosexual fantasies,

and bring them to the peak of reality's

truth.  Beside him, I felt his limbs and body tense

as, releasing sweetstuff, he began to come:

pleasure displayed in the most intimate sense.

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