A Love That's Banned

As a young man, I asked myself
What others demanded to know
Of me, acquiring massive wealth
Through a process both long and slow.

This was the question put to me,
Not in order to understand,
But to mock and scorn and bully:
“Why do you seek a love that's banned?”

I think of Clyde with shoulders broad;
My thoughts of him prevent my sleep.
There's much of him for me to laud;
I dream of his chest, smooth and deep.

I recall Ned in bed with me;
His kisses and caresses taught
Me how soft same-sex love can be,
Especially when it's unsought.

When, fondly, I remember Rex,
I think of buttocks, all compact—
My swelling penis stands erect!—
Through memories, he still attracts.

Remembering Rock and the bliss
His erection brought me when I
kissed and licked and stroked his penis,
I imagine moans, groans, and sighs.

Nestled in his velvet scrotum
Twin testicles manufacture
Sperm by the millions for his cum,
A libation that brings rapture.

I do not think—at least, not first
Of all—of mere, bald abstractions;
Rather, I dwell on Clyde, whose thirst
For love brought us satisfaction.

I think of Ned, a male well bred,
And of the lessons he taught me
Patiently, in and out of bed,
Of same-sex sexuality.

I think of Rock, whose erection,
Long, swollen, and rigid, spewing
Thick cum, it seemed, by the gallon,
Made me love ejaculation.

Asked why I love a love that's banned,
I answer from experience,
“Now that I have long been unmanned,
Self-denial is mere nonsense.

“Why not indulge our appetites,
Even if our tastes are thought rare
By others who judge wrong from right
Apart from knowledge and from care?

“Let,” I answer, “bare flesh be tried
In all of its varieties,
'Ere a man, shall, at last, decide
Whether with other men to lie.

“For some men, true love lies not in
Women's arms, no matter how fair
They are, for no maiden may win
Men who, for such charms, do not care.”