stevehawk
De Profundis
I hunger,
For my youth.
For those lazy,
Hazy, crazy,
Sperm-filled days.
When my eyes
Feasted with devilment,
Instead of mockery,
Upon the young
School of nymphs
That swam up
And down the corridors
Like silver darlings
Of the sea
The wonderment
Puzzlement
Of the flesh.
Memories of
Soft bouncy buttocks,
Budding breasts
Licentious legs
That tormented,
Teased, pleased
That frenzied, wild
Stirrings of my loins.
How i loved life then,
With it's silent promise
Of great things to come.
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